The Blue Jay in the Window #shortstorysunday

A blue jay flew by the window. A Cyanocitta cristata as my avid bird-watching father would have said. On my tenth birthday, he gifted me my first pair of binoculars and together we went on a retreat entirely dedicated to the birds. Dad had a sketch pad full of every bird his eyes ever setContinue reading “The Blue Jay in the Window #shortstorysunday”