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“I refuse to learn to fly, Wyah.”
Amanda M. saw this McGrumpersons learning how to fly in her backyard.
And now, a grumpy baby bluejay
June 27, 2010 By
Scroll down for the complete annoyance:
“I refuse to learn to fly, Wyah.”
Amanda M. saw this McGrumpersons learning how to fly in her backyard.
Apparently you CAN pout without a lower lip
Somebody’s been dust bathing in the dryer’s lint trap again.
I love Mr. McGrumpersons! The sassiest of birds. Unfortunately moved to a state where there were no bluejays and missed them terribly. Now am back where I belong and have the reward of having a whole family of them near my apartment. Blue jay heaven!
Oh, the disgruntledness!! Who dissed your gruntle, wittle boidie?
This looks more like a “Whatchu lookin’ at??” than a grumpy look to me. (I know. Not as funny.) Just sayin’!
Kind of reminds me of Dick Cheney in bird form.
That’s a right beady eye as well.
That’s the kind of irritation you’d have to scrape off your windshield.
He looks like he’s about to stick out his tongue and blow a raspberry.
So young to be so jayed.
If he don’t fly soon, he’ll get in trouble for jay walking!!!
This picture could have been taken in my back yard this morning (on Long Island). Only mine was annoyed because the sunflower feeder was empty. Also annoyed were his parents and his uncles and his cousins and his aunts, a total of six different bluejays visible in the yard all at once. A personal best for bluejays in my yard.
Needless to say, I hustled right out and filled the feeder and put fresh water in the waterfall birdbath. And the jays, and the cardinals, and the grackles, and the robins, promptly came back to the birdbath and started splashing the water right out again. Ah, summer!
And 260Oakley wins the internet again!
And when my comment posted I also saw the new entry by Jerilyn! A great riposte!
Love the big grown-up feathers mixed up with the downy baby feathers!
This level of disapproval is almost bunnyesque.
yay for the boids today!
I lurve the combination of the sassy, young crest and the grown-up flight feathers.
“Do you mind? I’m trying to have a moment, here!”
corianne: I read “fight feathers” at first, and when I realized my mistake my next thought was: “The first rule of Flight Club: We do not talk about Flight Club.”
Mr. Refusal-to-Fly above would have problems around the “if this is your first time at Flight Club, you will fly” part though.
I just guffawed. That’s right, guffawed.
Its parents are REALLY pissed off. In fact, that’s them divebombing you, DUCK!!!!!
The Bluebird of Unhappiness?
Those of us who are Of a Certain Age might remember “Car 54, Where Are You” and Gunther Toody: Do you mind? Do. You. Mind???
With crossed wings and a cocked eye brow, the teenage Blue Jay shows his distain for his parents choice of music. “You guys are sooo lame!”
It seems all blue jays are grumpy!! I LOVE them. When I was doing wildlife rehab, they were SI much fun to raise. I love grumpy animals for some reason.
Love the mix of baby feathers and blue feathers! I’ll never forget the time I saw my neighbor’s Lhasa Apso (may he rest in peace) being dive bombed (no physical harm done, just annoyance cause he couldn’t catch any of the birdies) by a bunch of blue jays! I bet they all had that same look on their faces too.
TOO MUCH ADORABLE AND GRUMPYNESS!!!♥♥♥♥♥