A blue jay has built a nest on the fire escape on Fifth Street in Manhattan. It’s not a great spot; sooner or later the babies–in the natural course of things–end up on the ground before they learn to fly. And inevitably some well-meaning person picks them up to save them.
As if the mother blue jay doesn’t have enough problems, her mate is not really contributing the to the household. Instead of getting food, he has fixated on a cat that lives in a third floor apartment down the block. The jay constantly buzzes and swoops at the cat’s window, as if he’s going to convince the cat to move out.