Time to come clean, Rebel!
You were hoping you had a tropical vagrant in your garden, weren't you? It is one of our closest to being exotic, though!
I was sitting on a lochside during a mad spell, repairing a pheasant-tail-nymph as the trout were hitting hard and quite literally tearing my flies apart. I saw a movement at my left elbow and looked down to see a jay, eyes fixed on my hands and cocking its head from side to side in fascination at what I was doing. I turned slowly and offered it a piece of pheasant tail, in response to which it hopped round to my right and sat on my fishing bag, eyes fixed on my hands, still cocking its head.
Love em!