Not Sure

I woke up this morning uncertain of where I was.  My first thought was I wasn't sleeping on seats C, D, and E of row 35 on flight D109 from Rome to Minneapolis.  For that I was grateful.  Next thought was the sound of the birds I was hearing. Blue Jays.  I heard blue jays.  Unlike the Sigonella housing development, I wasn't hearing Eurasian magpies, Eurasian jackdaws or barn swallows I usually heard.  The sound of a blue jay is unmistakable.  Hearing blue jays meant I was home.

Eurasian Magpie