Blue jays are a hoot. When we lived in Tennessee, they'd come up to our table, in the back yard, and beg for a peanut. Wanda and I would buy a big bag of the salted Planters peanuts, still in the shell, and those birds would swoop down and land a foot or two away. I'd toss a peanut to one and it would grab the peanut and fly off.
Warning! My dog has a gun and refuses to take his meds!