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Jays come as soon as temperature drops below zero. They look into Yoll's eyes and into my window, waiting for the nuts I donate that make some haters go ballistic. The tale about nuts for jays became a tale about human greed, envy and absurdity, and I still feed them "expensive" nuts. The birds are happy, I am happy, subscribers are happy, though not all of them.
Actually, I try not to attract lots of birds to my windows, especially pigeons., but somebody from above tosses bread to my balcony. I take it away, but I cannot always control this. Gladly crows are happy to help: when Yoll returns home, they take all the leftovers.