Meet Bonny and Bill

We have a little miracle unfolding by our kitchen window this spring. Two bluejays found our tree, and began building a nest in it. Pascal noticed the two of them on a day when he was wearing both his bluejay T-shirt and his bluejay sweater, and he was overjoyed.

They flew back and forth around the neighbourhood, carrying sticks and twigs and grass.

For one unbelievably sweet moment, they dropped their burdens and met on a fence rail. They nestled their heads together and then went about their gathering again.

"Let's name them Bonny and Bill," Vava suggested.

Bill looked in the window, his beak so full of twigs and branches that it looked like he had whiskers. He seemed to approve.

Pascal and I were playing soccer in the kitchen, window open, and, forgetful of the little guests, were whooping and banging around noisily. Bonny looked up from her busy nesting and watched. She didn't leave or even back away; I think she knows we meant no harm. I wonder if she knows that she is watching our nest, where we slowly raise our own noisy, needy fledgelings.

I can't capture a good picture, but this is Bonny, tailfeathers in the air, busily building her nest.