That roadrunner pictured in an entry a few days ago came back yesterday with his mate.  All the roadrunners I've seen in my life, I've never seen anything to rhyme with their behavior among their kin I've watched all my life.

I heard their burbling calls from inside and surmised the one from the other day was back.  When I got outdoors all the dogs in the area were raising the dickens, all looking toward the lilac bushes along the property line.

Burrrrrble.  Burrrrrrbleburble.

Lilacs.

Burbbbble.

From the top of the neighbor's latia fence 50 feet away.  Two of them.

The one in the lilacs flew into the branches of a tall cedar tree by the house, followed by the one on the fence.

Burrrrrble.

Suddenly the game changed.  In less time than it takes to write it those two roadrunners were doing a chase on half a dozen jays in the tree, maybe 50, 65 feet above the ground.  The bluejays were as surprised as I was.  On the ground a roadrunner is a dangerous hunter, but those jays never figured on them going airborne assault.

Neither did I.  Never seen nor heard tell of anything of the sort.

The world's changing.  You can't keep 'em down on the farm anymore.

Jack