A couple of days ago, one of the neighborhood Crows came down to the Bath for a drink. Our resident Jay was not happy about this incursion into his airspace by his much larger cousin.
The Crow tried to hang out in the birch after his drink but the Jay was having none of it and was insistent: you need to leave, pal. Mr. Jay flitted from branch to branch around the Crow, hollering. Finally, the Crow flew off with the Jay following close at his 4 o'clock to ensure compliance. Kinda like a Beechcraft escorting a 747.
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