Poor Bluejay

This poor beautiful bird flew into my car as I was driving to pick up Baby from preschool. It swooped out of the trees and dove right into my bumper, and had I not known better as I tried to avoid it, one might have thought it was committing Harri Kari. I knew it was a big bird but I thought it was a crow. I wasn't even positive I had actually killed it until I returned home from preschool and saw this beautiful bird in the road. I picked it up and brought it home so that the children could see it up close. Those stripes and bars are BEAUTIFUL! I called the cat over to show him the gift I brought him, since he is so wonderful at leaving me the heads and tails of his prizes at my door step. I was not surprised when Huckyman denied the gift, for it was already dead. So I left it right here where it laid as an experiment to the wonderful food chain I live among. Low and behold, this morning - no sign nor mark was left. Not one beautiful blue feather was left, which made me a bit sad because I wanted one. However, I was left a gift - an oh so obvious sign from an elusive, wily coyote - it's scat.
You are welcome you wild howling fiery beast!

Roadkill

Roadkill
It's what's for supper.
It was delicious.
SP has always made me gourmet meals out of the birds he kills.
One male grouse enjoyed Tuesday afternoon until it met SP's work truck.
THUMP!
The grouse flushed from the side of the gravel road into his truck.
SP stopped to retrieve the gift - a deceased beautiful male grouse, his neck snapped from a head-on impact with a moving vehicle.

Tonight this tasty bird graced my dinner plate, along with the last of our wild rice and a brandy cream sauce. For more information, visit my other blog. Pictures and recipe to be posted in the near future.