The Florida Scrub Jay is
not the prettiest
bird I’ve ever seen.
I’m partial
to the American
Kestrel.
It’s not the most
striking
bird I’ve seen.
Have you ever watched
a Bald Eagle shred its
prey?
It’s not the shyest
bird,
preferring to dart from
tree to tree to hand.
Try tracking
an American Bittern, hiding among the reeds.
And just because it
wears
tracking bands on its
tiny little ankles
doesn’t make it
special.
I’ve seen
Black Vultures tagged.
The Florida Scrub Jay
isn’t even the bluest
jay in the
neighborhood.
Just look at the
peanut-carrying,
screaming Blue Jay.
But there is something
special
about the Florida Scrub
Jay.
It’s the only bird that
can be called
Florida’s own.
And it’s rare.
And threatened.
And sweet-natured.
And a bit of
homebody.
It’s precious.
And I look at the
Florida Scrub Jay
and I smile and I
think,
I wonder if this is how
God looks at us.
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