bluejay

This little beauty turned up today in an inside out hula-hoops box surrounded by plastic wotsits and is soon to be hanging from Mr. Weasel's wall.
He seems to be smiling but i think detect a slight evil glint in his eyes, as if he is ready to come back to life when the clock strikes 12, peck out Weasel's eyes and make a dash for freedom..
I hope not as a blood thirsty zombie bluejay would be a rather inappropriate chioice of birthday present.