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Date: Fri 20-Jun-1997

Publication: Bee

Author: DOTTIE

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Quincey-Blanchard-Blue-jays

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Blue Jay Housing Authority: Room With A View

(with photos)

BY DOROTHY EVANS

What more could a mother bird want?

An airy nest of sticks built against a sturdy brick chimney.

Ivy curtains letting in soft breezes.

A view of a secluded backyard from 20 feet up.

And a little girl inside the house who watches your every move from her

playroom window, but doesn't disturb your housekeeping or child-caring

routines.

A blue jay has obviously found her dream home in the ivy that clings to a

chimney outside 10-year-old Quincey Blanchard's third floor playroom at 8

Plumtrees Road.

The bird has been raising her family in complete comfort and safety. Clearly,

privacy is not an issue.

The blue jay began building her nest May 29, and the Blanchard family has

enjoyed watching the process from only a few inches away every day since.

Over a period of three weeks, from the moving in and fixing up stage to the

egg-laying, hatching, feeding and tending stage, the Blanchards haven't missed

a moment of blue jay watching.

They were there to see what happened when the violent thunderstorm blew

through Newtown on Friday, June 13. Quincey said she was relieved to see the

mother bird "stand over the nest and protect the babies with her back."

Now the babies have grown so big that Quincey's mother, Judy Blanchard,

figures it won't be long before they'll fly.

"They're all blue and fluffy -they seem to be bursting right out of that

nest," said Mrs Blanchard on Monday.

Quincey has kept track of the nest from Day One, recording events in a daily

log that her father, Kirk Blanchard, helped her set up. She's also been taking

pictures of the eggs and babies through the attic window that looks out into

the chimney ivy.

Interested in what the babies ate, Quincey said that, at first, the mother fed

them by "coughing up food out of her throat into their open beaks."

As the days went by and they grew bigger, "the father would bring dead bugs."

Occasionally Quincey opened her playroom window to get a better view.

"She doesn't mind if we move slowly," she said.

"But we don't dare turn on the attic fan, it would blow right down on the

babies," added Mrs Blanchard.

Mrs Blanchard will be sorry when the babies have flown, but she admits it will

be a relief to turn on the attic fan again - now that the hot weather has

finally come.

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