Here’s your friendly neighborhood loudmouth, big on law and order, publishing WANTED posters in stereo. The blue jay is always where the action is because he starts it. A roving tomcat snaps a twig, a drowsy owl shifts his weight, a black snake changes his calligraphy and off goes the bluetailed burglar alarm, rounding up a posse for the big chase. But sometimes silence is golden, like when you’re bathing in the brook, naked as a jaybird.