How to Go Birding in Minnesota
It was a few months into the pandemic when I realized I had never looked at a Blue Jay.
Having grown up in the Midwest, I had seen them, of course, but I had never stopped to really look. And here one was, bopping around my front yard.
“I wonder what his story is,” I thought. With phone in hand, as it always was in those early days of quarantine, I typed “Blue Jay.”