We have a strange paradox.
My mother-in-law's apartment adjoins our house. As a result, we witness all of her patio activity which include the feeding of her wild cats who are letting us get a few inches closer each month and a couple of bue jays who have no fear of humanity or felinity.
I was sitting at her dining room table a couple of nights ago as one of these jays hopped over to the cat's bown and grabbed a food pellet. Within seconds, the same bird was back and then its mate.
If one of the cats interferes, the jay pecks its head.
A precarious peace has emerged on the patio. The cats remain wild and the birds have become rather tame.
What concerns me is that the jays seem to be feeding their young these pellets and they may be learning some bad habits.
You know, when I started this thing, I thought I might discover some profound truth to share with you.
But I guess sometimes, it is just an interesting story -- at least to me.
Profundity can come later. Perhaps the paradox will emerge as well.
