LL and I were picnicking on the deck of our luxurious digs at the Post Ranch Inn when this bird, a juvenile Western scrub-jay according to my handy Sibley Field Guide, swooped down to snag a piece of baguette for himself.
Quite a mouthful. He wrestled it into a more manageable bite before flying off:
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread – and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness –
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!