The past few days here have been interesting. J was playing under the tree on Friday morning when she was dive bombed by a blue jay. She did not think anything of it, did not even mention it to me. That afternoon when she saw her grandparents, she told them. She went back out to play, I continued to hold my sleeping nephew whom I was babysitting. She came back in and said, "Another bird hit my head!" My momma checked out her head for me, then they all went out to see what was going on. Turns out my daughter was playing under the bird's nest, not knowing that there was a baby blue jay in the tree.
This evening I allowed my kids to stay up pass their bedtime so that we could enjoy the beautiful evening. There was a nice gentle breeze, the sun was just setting a beautiful golden color. W jumped off of the swing that we were snuggled up on and ran towards the sidewalk. I look over, jump up and ran. There hopping, flapping tiny little wings in an attempt to fly was the baby blue jay. There was my W about to catch it. I grabbed him and told him that he could watch but not touch. We watched as the tiny bird tried so hard to fly from the ground. It made it over to the garage where it got off of the ground only to fly into the garage door. W and I watched it softly saying, "Come on baby blue you can fly. You can do it." It managed to fly to a tiny branch about a foot from the ground. I turned to walk away.
"Look, lightning bugs. Do you want to go catch some?"
"No, no baby blue cat eat." W said in hushed tones as if he did not want to scare the baby bird.
"You want to watch the bird to be sure the cats don't eat it?" He nodded his head and set his big blue eyes on the bird watching it try to fly.
Finally, I was able to get him to go to the yard to play with his siblings. They laughed and chased lightning bugs around. I heard J scream and Q yell. A cat was stalking baby blue. I ran towards them and chased off the cat. I tried to get baby blue but it was moving faster. We chased the cat off again as baby blue did a combination of hopping and flying right into the neighbor's garden. It took refuge under some vegetation.
J cried as we walked away. I explained to her that wild cats eat wild birds but I also told her that I think baby blue would be alright. She stopped crying. Q was just quiet, I think he was worried but did not want to say anything. My W was in my arms seemingly content.
That was our Saturday evening. How was yours?
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