The call of the bluejay is neither a "caw" nor a "peep". There's no "tea-kettle tea-kettle" element to it.
I could write about how it's halfway between a bark and a song, how it's a lot like the mournful sigh electronics make when they're plugged or unplugged, how it's an echo of the cries of pterodactyls, but all those words wouldn't get us any closer to the sound of it. There's no way around it. To know the call of a bluejay, you have to hear it for yourself. Its phonics are too elusive to be captured by any alphabet.
I could write about how it's halfway between a bark and a song, how it's a lot like the mournful sigh electronics make when they're plugged or unplugged, how it's an echo of the cries of pterodactyls, but all those words wouldn't get us any closer to the sound of it. There's no way around it. To know the call of a bluejay, you have to hear it for yourself. Its phonics are too elusive to be captured by any alphabet.