the other people of the forest do not like the blue jays at all, and if one of them gets into trouble they will not help him out. this always has been so, and it always will be so. if it could be winter all the time, the blue jays could be liked well enough, for in cold weather they eat seeds and nuts and do not quarrel so much with others. it is in the summer that they become bad neighbors. then they live in the thickest part of the woods and raise families of tiny, fuzzy babies in their great coarse nests. it is then, too, that they change their beautiful coats, and while the old feathers are dropping off and the new ones are growing they are not at all pretty. oh, then is the time to beware of the blue jays!