EveningFor the last hour or so, I have been sitting at the table playing with my camera. I've gone through two rolls of film today. While we were out, neighbors moved into the campsites to either side of us. The people to the left, (north) of us, must be complete camping novices. They left a bunch of food out on their table and went for a walk or something. As soon as the scrub jays discovered that nobody was home, they got bolder and bolder. They overturned a bowl full of something or other. They knocked off a bag of chips and feasted on it. One of the birds -- there are about five on the table now -- is trying to figure out how to thwart the plastic lid of something that looks like a cake box. We can hear him pecking on it and trying to push on it. I got pictures of it all, in case the victims want evidence of what happened to their meal. These people are either complete careless newbies or else they were called away by an emergency or something, because they couldn't have set a better feast for the birds if they had tried.
Crystal tells me that these are Stellars Jays, not scrub jays. Of course. I knew that. I don't know what I was thinking. The bird feast next door appears to consist of: beer, wine, bowl of what looks like chow mein, apple juice, a bag of Doritos, a bag of bagels, a cake in a cardboard box with a clear plastic cover, and a bag of potato chips. It's hard to be sure from this distance, but there was certainly a quantity of food left out.