BIRD LIFE IN WASHINGTON 
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The hawk regained courage and made an¬ 
other dash for his dinner, only to be 
frightened again by Steller’s demon-like 
yell. 
I am afraid I can’t make many friends 
for this handsome bird; he breaks up 
nests, steals eggs, takes possession of po¬ 
tato crops, and sauces wickedly. 
Perhaps when we develop a sense of 
humor strong enough to understand that 
he is the “Peck’s bad boy of Birdland, ,, 
we shall be able to laugh with him more. 
Most Washington birds are well pro¬ 
tected by law. But no law protects Stel- 
ler Jay. Shall we blame him for trying 
to protect himself? 
Steller Jay makes a beautiful nest of 
sticks. The lining is of rootlets. This is 
welded to the sticks with mud. 
OREGON JAY 
Oregon Jay reminds us but very little 
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of Steller Jay. He, too, wants a part of 
our food supply, but he comes quietly, 
and confidently upon the porch, snatches 
a morsel from the table, or helps himself 
to a part of Fido’s dinner. 
If he finds nothing, he looks around 
inquirigly as much as to sav: “Isn't mv 
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dinner ready yet!" 
Because of his familiar ways around 
camps, he has been called the Camp Rob¬ 
ber. 
Early in the morning, he may awaken 
