Baby Bluejay

I found a baby Bluejay this morning hanging out at the pond.  It must have fallen from it's nest.  It was quite big and it's feathers were not completely grown in yet.

All I could imagine that my cat or dog would 'play' with it and it wouldn't be a good ending.

I carefully picked it up with a towel and it squawked (sounded like a cat) and I placed it high on the bird feeder hoping its mom would come and feed it and take care of it and it would have the opportunity to fly away.

Once I found the baby bird, it was over the top for me.  I had a hard time focusing on other things and I kept checking back to see what has become of it.  I felt fortunate I was able to hold it.  I was sad that it couldn't fly yet and was completely helpless.

Right before my mother-in-law died, I asked her to send me bluejays if she could so I would know she is around.  I have seen numerous bluejays together at a time, perhaps as many as 4 or 5 at one time.  I have never seen a baby like this. 

I don't know what to make of it.  I want to believe it's her connection to me.  She was a great lady and taught me how to love life, family and be easygoing.  She was brilliant at letting everyone do their own thing and not intruding.  She used to say things were 'lulu' like I say things are 'weird'.

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Hours later, the baby bird is gone.  No where to be seen.   I choose to believe it was able to fly high and soar!

What do you need to fly high and soar? 

 I know you deserve every bit of it.  Anything is possible; we just have to believe so.