A flying visit by a blue jay
I left the front door open to the summer air and went back to the kitchen. Hearing a thump, I returned to the hall. All seemed quiet. As I retreated again, another noise made me look over my shoulder, just in time to see a Steller's jay fly out the front door and into the large cedar on the lawn.
I'm honoured that he came by for a flying visit, and grateful he left the house on his own.