“There are many
rustic tables scattered about among the trees in the grove, for the
accommodation of picnickers. One of the most secluded of these we selected
whereon to spread our lunch, and before we had fairly unpacked our boxes the
gay bluejays came flying from all directions to the trees in our immediate
vicinity, where they kept a most lively calling and cawing seemingly full of
impatience for us to leave the remains of our repast to them. They would make
ludicrous dashes at any scrap we threw to the almost tumbling over each other …
There were several ladies at the house, I hardly think I ought to have called
it hotel, and there were other parties who came in for a look at the grove and
took dinner there. But I shall always prefer to have my dinner in the open air
among the bluejays.”
Note: We know better now. Please do not feed the birds or other wildlife in the park. Thank you.
Source: “The Santa Cruz Big
Trees,” by Laura J. Dakin, Express and Standard, [Newport, Vermont],
September 26, 1876.
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