The Omen

So we woke this morning to loud tapping and flapping. I valiantly sent Joe into the back storage room and he reported blue jays pecking maniacally against the back wall of the barn. I went outside an hour later and found dozens of blue jays flocking all over our yard, dive bombing from the trees and totally freaking out our cats. Not sure what the story is here but I think it means its time to go home. I guess it's better than ravens.