My parents, in Alabama, have three huge oak trees in their front yard and they always have visiting Blue Jays feasting on the acorns from the trees.
While we were home for Christmas, I mentioned to my mom and dad that I wanted to gather some of their acorns to take home with me to see if I could attract more Blue Jays here. Some time passed and we began to wonder where my dad had disappeared to, I went to look for him and finally found him outside on his bad knees gathering acorns for me. He is that way, always wanting to do something for someone. He never has been very expressive with his love, but he loves to do things for us. He can fix just about anything and when he visits us he usually looks for something to fix while he's here. Gathering those acorns for me was his very special way of showing me that he loved me.
He gathered a very full plastic grocery bag of acorns and then I gathered a basket full the day that I planted bulbs for my mother.
The birds have been scarce since the weather warmed up, but today we had a light dusting of snow and they were back. I put a few of the acorns in an old sock and cracked them with a hammer. I secured a grocery store fruit basket with cut up pantyhose tied tightly to the patio table and put some of the acorns inside the basket. The Blue Jays have been eating acorns off and on all day. This is the most I've seen them around. From now on my fall/winter trips home will include acorn collecting. Thank you, Daddy, and I love you too!