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Mostly quiet in plain view and flight, the otherwise raucous Blue Jay is more often heard than seen over this part of Little Crum Creek.

It seems too busy to visit for long on any low branch or post.

But when recently a menacing hawk swooped twice over upset Mallards, I did watch a restless band of vigilant jays emerge from alarm-sounding cover to give chase.

They might be best known for quickened cries of jaaay, jaaay, and an equally brusque lather of  blue feathers in rush. 

But I’m surprised to finally recognize the Blue Jay’s short song, variously likened to a creaking floorboard, swinging hinge, or rusty water pump, whistled gently to some others in the thinning anonymity of early autumn.

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