When I was a kid my father, a career Marine and Viet Nam veteran, taught me to hunt. He taught me stealth (a lesson that took years to stick). But no matter how quiet you were, blue jays always seemed to give away your position and warn the rest of the critters in the woods of your presence. They are nature's self-appointed sentinels.
Now it's confession time. As a teenager, I went after blue jays with rocks, wrist rockets, BB guns, .22s, and shotguns. I have very little remorse for these sins. I've spilled the blood of many noisy forest animals. I've cooked them. I've eaten them.
Over the past couple of weeks, I've had a run in with karma. Possibly reincarnation. In the video below you will witness a blue jay with other-worldly courage taunt me and chase me out of his temporarily assigned territory that just so happens to overlap my daily three mile running course.
You reap what you sow.