tufted feathers stand
up on his downy young head
exuberant Jay
A Jay jumped out onto the grass verge as I was driving. He looked so long and awkward. A young one for sure, his legs lanky and thin, a little look of surprise and wonder in his face as he or she scooted around, possibly for a place to bury food for the winter. He had a punk crest on his head, where the wind had blown it up momentarily. It made me smile.
pic from RSPB website
