... role reversal - protagonist sizing up the prey...
... Bluto the Bluejay (think that's still him after all these years) - he's relentless...
... dive bomb - one of hundreds - all day long - dawn to dusk...
... Ig the cat... these photos are from yesterday... it's around 6am as we type this - had just let 'em out and we can hear the commotion has begun for the day...
... don't know what's gonna' happen if he eventually latches on to one of those guys...
... he doesn't seem to mind - more of a pesky annoyance than anything else - though they do get a strike every once in a while...
... if he goes near their tree though, look out - he's met with a barrage - like stirrin' up a hornets nest... we've counted up to eight Bluejays in that tree and they all come at once if they think their tree is imperiled...
... this year there's a second strike force - this male Northern Cardinal...
... and his mate...
... he's a bit of a dive bomber himself...
... she hangs back a bit - has a punk rocker hair-do (feather-do?)...
... linin' up another run...
... found a line...
... Bluto has a gal himself - that's her...
... that's him scowlin' at the camera - he don't like anyone lookin' at his girl... he's pretty mean...
... got himself a good lookin' gal, though...
... don't mess with Bluto nor his tree!!...
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