On a February afternoon, a Blue Jay perched in a lichen-covered tree in the Boreal forest in Sax-Zim Bog, Minnesota, fluffs its feathers to compensate for the chilly 10° temperatures. I have had very few opportunities to photograph Blue Jays because they don’t live in California. The ubiquitous Scrub Jays in California are every bit as blue but lack the blue crest and the black facial accents. The breast feathers on this jay remind me of a warm shawl draped across its shoulders. Because its blue body feathers aren’t visible, it completely changes the overall look of the bird.
Carol, what a fluffy little guy and its colors are beautiful. Another winner.