One day, I invited my neighbour Dave over for tea and fresh, warm bran muffins with raisins - his favourite. As we chatted and finished up our treat, we noticed through the large window that three blue jays were picking acorns from the top of Dave's garry oak, leaving to hide them and immediately returning for more. Dave quickly stood up and said "I'm going to pick my acorns before they get them all!" I watched as he picked acorns from the middle and bottom of the tree while the three jays picked acorns from the top. Like a race! It was hilarious! Then Dave brought out his stepladder and picked the last 14 acorns. Dave 14, blue jays...?   Submitted By: Nicole Foucault