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J-J ON A FAVORITE PERCH. 



Photo by Chas. P. Price. 



constantly screaming to each other in the trees close by. He gener- 

 ally regarded them with complete indifference. 



He amused himself for hours hiding scraps of paper, chips, pebbles, 

 bits of glass and surplus food in nooks and crannies among the rocks 

 and moss, or if in the house under the furniture or in out of the way 

 corners. Sometimes he dropped a tiny pebble into a rip in my shoe 

 between the sole and the upper. Then he cocked his heed on one side 

 and peered down the hole saying as plainly as words could do, "where 

 has that pebble gone ?" This habit is instinctive with Jays and their 

 cousins, the Crows. It is said that thousands of trees all over Arizona 

 have been planted by the Jays burying the seeds, mostly pine nuts. 



J-J religiously practised Mr. Hale's advice to look up and not down . 

 His eyes were ever cast heavenward. He liked to watch the Swallows 

 skimming high in the blue and listen to their lively twittering. He 

 loved to reach the highest perch that he possibly could and ever aimed 

 at the tree's topmost bough. 



