There's a considerable line-up of 'the usual suspects' waiting for food to go out onto and around the bird table each day now. (Cat problem solved by a combination of bribery and string :-) ). Blue-tits, Robins, Blackbirds are all regular and ever-less-shy visitors, emboldened as the weather gets colder and less clement for them.
But this is the first time I have ever seen the Jay on the table - he usually hovers around the far perimeter of the garden and shoots off whenever he sees the smallest human movement. Not this morning...I did stand statue-like for a long time to get this shot, but he must have been far more hungry than nervous, because I was able to catch him a-gobbling at the granary bread, cheese and sunflower seeds along with the rest of the little ones.
I occasionally find one of those iridescent blue feathers on the lawn - their beauty is exqusite when I can pick them up and wonder at them - but even more so when they are still attached to a handsome creature like this - don't you agree?