A blue jay landed in a tree nearby while we were admiring the view from a lookout point in Samuel de Champlain Provincial Park in Mattawa.
I handed Marc the camera. He aimed, but before he could press the button, the blue jay moved to another nearby tree.
Marc repositioned, and, sensing his hesitation, I whispered, “Click.”
I heard his reaction; then the blue jay took flight, swooping down over the water below us.
We watched the blue jay soar down across the river into the canopy below. I was able to keep my eye on the dot of bright blue in the green tree line until it was engulfed by thick leafy cover.
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