I marked my forty-first spin around the sun on Friday and to celebrate we did a family three-day weekend in Saranac Lake, way up north in the Adirondacks. Our visit coincided with the opening of the annual Winter Carnival there and we enjoyed checking out the ice palace and the Saturday night fireworks. But the true highlight of the weekend in a weekend loaded with highlights was checking out the fluffy bundles of gray-and-white feathers, Perisoreus canadensis, the Gray Jay.

I had prepped Desi, my eight-year-old son, for the likelihood of seeing Gray Jays up-close-and-personal. We had looked in several field guides for information about these delightful birds, including my own, and Desi loved the fact that they have many nicknames:

“Meat bird” and “whiskey jack” are just two of the many nicknames that this large, charming jay of the Adirondacks has been given…This jay caches food and sometimes non-food items, which explains why “camp-robber” is another of its many appellations.*

In light of the fact that Gray Jays often see people as a food source and I had it on good authority that the birds at Bloomingdale Bog, not far from Saranac Lake, had gotten mighty accustomed to people feeding them, I made sure that we had some salt-free almonds to offer when we arrived on Saturday afternoon, ready to amble down a snowy trail and see what there was to see. It didn’t take long for a Gray Jay to go from not there to suddenly there, look, right on that branch!

This Gray Jay is eyeing us up, evaluating the likelihood of snacks.

Desi was delighted that our search was so easy, and even more delighted when he had the opportunity to put some almonds on his hand as an offering. It took some patience but, eventually, the jay came down to investigate more closely.

I missed the shot of Desi’s happy face but you can hear the joy in the video below.

The video was shot by Daisy and we’d like to thank the folks up the trail who realized what was going on and waited until after the jay flew off before continuing on their walk.

Desi didn’t stop talking about his close encounter with the Gray Jay the entire rest of the day. When he started up on it again in the morning we decided to go back to Bloomingdale Bog after brunch and see if we could find any more Gray Jays. This time they refused to come to hand but instead of seeing just one we spotted three. They did enjoy raiding the feeder once we left some almonds there.

Two almonds at once! What a glutton!

Not to be outdone, this Blue Jay went for three!

Nothing much compares to up close encounters with wild creatures to interest in kid in nature. Gray Jays are ideal in this role but, in a pinch, chickadees will suffice. And, on our way out of the bog in the lightly falling snow, a Black-capped Chickadee came right up to us and, sure enough, flew to Desi’s hand when he held it out. He liked it but he was much more impressed with the Gray Jays.

Can you blame him?

*Yes, I quoted my own field guide. (How gauche!) But that’s not why I brought you down here to this footnote. No, I brought you hear to lobby against changing the English name of Gray Jay to Canada Jay. Rick Wright gives an historically accurate rundown as to why a main argument to make the change is risible among those who know the format used in old checklists, but I prefer Desi’s reason for keeping Gray Jay the English name: “It’s better because it rhymes. Gray Jay. Gray Jay. GRAY JAY!!!!”

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Written by Corey
Corey is a New Yorker who lived most of his life in upstate New York but has lived in Queens since 2008. He's only been birding since 2005 but has garnered a respectable life list by birding whenever he wasn't working as a union representative or spending time with his family. He lives in Forest Hills with Daisy, their son, Desmond Shearwater, and their indoor cat, B.B. His bird photographs have appeared on the Today Show, in Birding, Living Bird Magazine, Bird Watcher's Digest, and many other fine publications. He is also the author of the American Birding Association Field Guide to the Birds of New York.