OUT of the FOG they came......

 You couldn't see them. But they were there. Spencer could hear them before they made their presence known. Out of the fog.

 The day dark. Fog rolling about the trees. But they were there.

 And all of a sudden 5 or 7 or 8 just plopped into the yard. Not making a sound. Scaring the neighbourhood cats.   Out of the fog.

 They came to feast on the seeds .

 They sat in the trees. Hadn't seen Stellar Jays for a few years. They made themselves at home. Shooing away the cats, who had been stalking smaller prey.

 "All them flying things". Spencer saw them first.

 They gleaned the seed trays of the best bits.

 Smokey saw them second. From his perch on the bird bath.

 Then they sat in the trees.

 And cocked their heads to one side.

 Hovered over the fence. And were gone a few hours later.

 Cordelia was the smart one. She stayed under the bushes.

 And the fog rolled in. Again. Like it does every day.

 And Spencer was left to puzzle over what WERE those large birds. And would they make a good dinner.....