Many years ago, Howard Guptil (now retired) was guiding Harry Robertson, of Richmond, and me on Anne Marie Lake. We beached the boat to eat lunch ashore, near Lover Boy rock. Harry said, “Watch this.” He held out a piece of a brownie in his hand over his head. Half a minute later, an intrepid little bird, resembling a small blue jay, flew out of the forest, alighted on his hand, delicately took the morsel, and carried off the treat into the pines. Howard then placed a bit of bread on his hat, and the bird returned promptly, sat on his head, and collected that offering, too. The “whiskey Jack” (I suppose we should spell it whisky, this being Canada) as I learned, is properly the “gray jay”. Howard informed me that the popular moniker is based on an Indian name, pronounced something like was-kee-jah. Google either name, and you will get all the details about this cute member of the jay family. The whiskey jack is one of the few animals able to stand the severe winters in Labrador. They do so by storing these foodstuffs beneath the bark of trees, to be utilized when snows prevent foraging during the long dark months. Hold out a piece of bread, sandwich, cake, etc. and before long, if any are in the neighborhood, one of them is bound to collect it. Along with other wildlife sights and sounds, feeding the jacks is just one more unique north country experience.