My friend the western blue jay.
When we first moved into this house, and I started my garden from scratch, one bright, handsome blue jay would always appear. Each day as I weeded and hoed, put down new seed and watered, he’d be there just a few feet away.
Did I know him, I wondered. Was he really a bird? Why did he follow me so?
My grandpa and I used to be avid bird watchers and gardeners and all around merry-makers. So I started to wonder… could this be him? Checking up on me; showing his constancy, love and support?
I decided to believe that it was.
A little spiritual magic never hurt anyone, now did it?