This story comes from Lia Pignatelli, a rehabber with AKUSA Wildlife Rescue in Brewster, NY, who specializes in songbirds.

It was six o’clock one June morning, and Lia arrived in her bird nursery room for the first feeding of the day. She checked her brood: a nestfull of Tufted Titmice, a Mourning Dove, a robin, and a cardinal. All eyes turned to Lia, and the begging began. She turned on her Nature Sounds CD, and readied the mealworms.

Suddenly she heard the unmistakable sound of a young Blue Jay. Songbird rehabbers learn to recognize the begging cries of various birdlets the way an English-speaking tourist learns to recognize European languages: that’s French, that’s Spanish, that’s German. If the tourist keeps at it, she’ll start learning words, and if the rehabber keeps at it, so will she: I’m hungry. I’m really hungry. Can’t you see I’m starving, here?

There it was again, the unmistakable sound of a young jay – not hungry, but in distress. Lia searched the room, then considered the very real possibility of Songbird Overload Dementia, a condition that can affect rehabbers who spend their summers feeding nestlings every 20 minutes from sunup to sundown. As a matter of fact, when I was in the height of my own songbird madness, I had a rare dinner date at a restaurant with a fellow rehabber. Halfway through the appetizers, she looked at me in alarm and said, “Do you hear a Great-crested Flycatcher?”

The Blue Jay sound continued. Lia went outside, expecting to see a cardboard box on her driveway and a car pulling away. Nothing. She circled the house. Finally she reached the front door and there, sitting on the welcome mat, was a pre-fledgling blue jay.

She triumphantly scooped him up, happy that her sanity was still more or less intact. But how did he get there? She knew there were no blue jay nests around her house. He was too young to have coasted out of his nest, landed on the ground, and hopped for any distance. Perhaps a crow or a hawk could have grabbed him, flown away with him, and dropped him by mistake, but he had no injuries.

Maybe, she thought, she was on one of those reality shows where they play practical jokes on people. She looked around for the hidden cameras. She called to her friend, Pat.

“Look at this!” she cried. “A Blue Jay out of the blue! Have I been punked? Where’s Ashton Kutcher?”

The camera crew never appeared, so she put him in with the cardinal and the robin, since they were about the same age. She called her rehabber friends to see if anyone else had a young blue jay, but came up empty-handed. Within a week all three birds were hopping around Lia’s flight cage, scavenging the ground for the worms and crickets she’d toss inside to prepare them for the outside world.

After she released them, they all stayed around the house, happy to accept the free supplementary mealworms she left out each morning. Soon the cardinal and the robin began staying away for longer and longer periods, but the Blue Jay remained.

Then one morning she heard – above the chirps of the current flock of babies and the Nature Sounds CD – the cry of an adult Blue Jay. “Oh, not again,” she said, hurrying to the welcome mat. But en route she spotted the adult jay in a nearby oak tree, and behind her, two fledglings. During the next few days a family of four appeared during the day, helped themselves to the mealworms, and eventually absorbed Lia’s little orphan into their group. Was this his real family? There was no way of knowing.

“You know how parents say to their kids, ‘if you ever need help, go to a policeman’?” says Lia. “Bird parents probably say to their nestlings, ‘if you ever need help, go to that blonde lady by the maple trees.’”

Written by Suzie
Suzie Gilbert is a wild bird rehabilitator whose shameful secret is that on more than one occasion she has received a female LBJ, or a fledgling whatever, and has been completely unable to ID it. Luckily she has birder friends who will rush to her aid, although she must then suffer their mockery. She is the author of her bird-rehabbing memoir Flyaway (HarperCollins) and the children's book Hawk Hill (Chronicle Books). Her recent suspenseful, bird-filled adventure novel Unflappable (Perch Press) was selected by Audubon Magazine as one of their Three Best Summer Reads of 2020. She lives in New York's beautiful Hudson Valley and is always up for a good hike.