Letter to Miss Jay

Dear The Lovely Jay

I usually think of you when I see goats. But today, a jay flew into our garden, and I thought ‘Oooh! Miss Jay!’

This is a geais des chênes, so its plumage is not quite as striking as that of a blue jay. But still very pretty!



It was a feisty little bugger, and even picked a fight with a big, red-crested woodpecker, who dared to peck at the same bunch of Mirabelle plums hanging from our tree.

Much the same way I like to imagine you, with your pink hair, kicking the shit out of the difficulties that have been plaguing you recently.

Wishing you good health and that better days will come very soon.

Love,
Antipo
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