The Blue Jay’s cry
When I arrived in the kitchen this morning to start coffee, a Blue Jay called from a cedar tree in my back yard. The cry was insistent. One call, then silence. Another pierced the neighborhood; then quietness. Over and over.
I listen to birds trying to determine how I would describe the sound they make. I’ve decided the “not so humble” red cardinal’s favorite word is “pretty” and often it’s whistled. On the other hand, a starling sounds like a squeaky gate, unless he’s just waking up, and then he softly pretends to be musical.
While I’ve admired Blue Jays’ varying shades of blue and white feathers, their little top knots and long tails, I hadn’t listened to their voices. The loud cry today fascinated me. What was that word?
Then I heard it. “Come.”
Another Blue Jay flew from above and landed on a nearby branch. Soon the two flew off together. Perhaps the word I heard wasn’t true Jay “dialect,” but it reminded me of a similar persistent cry I’ve heard from my childhood, “Come.”
“Come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and grace to help in time of need” (Hebrews 4:16KJ).
“Come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28).
“The Spirit and the bride say, ‘Come!’ And let him who hears say, ‘Come!’ Whoever is thirsty, let him come; and whoever wishes let him take the free gift of the water of life” (Revelation 22:21).
I answered the call, and have never regretted my decision.