Hop-a-long is still with us. Tonight, upon arriving home, I opened up the house to air it out (84 degrees upstairs...yikes!). Within seconds of walking away from the door I heard the sound, the "hop-hop-hop" of this injured blue jay that has adopted our house. The other night I heard the sound, the unmistakable sound of an animal in distress. It was such a high pitch screech that I was sure Hop-a-long had met his demise. The next afternoon, I spied him again, though, hopping underneath the trees.
A couple of mornings ago I heard an awful racket outside my window (at a time when I should have been asleep). I peeked through the blinds to see Hop-a-long being picked on by two other blue jays. Of course, I couldn't let that happen...just one little tap on the window and the bully blue jays scattered...and so did Hop-a-long.
Every time I leave or when I come home, I'm checking to see if Hop-a-long is still around. That's a bad sign. I'm getting attached to an injured blue jay. Sigh.