It was probably the number of oak trees in the park that attracted the jays in the first place. In autumn they tirelessly collect and cache acorns. One of them is uncommonly bold and has a passion for peanuts. He only eats about 10%. The rest are carefully buried in the ground or stuffed into pine cones. A roomy crop is useful for carrying away the booty.
The jay has meticulous habits. After burying the peanut, he carefully camouflages the spot by rearranging leaf litter and bark. This usually flummoxes the spying magpies.
He’s equally meticulous when eating the peanuts. The shell is pierced, the first nut carefully put aside, and the second one retrieved. Before eating a nut, the thin red skin is also deftly removed.
When excited, the jay raises his crest, momentarily transformed.
Last spring, his crest was raised a lot – the stresses of parenthood.