[always2late]

We were outside grilling dinner earlier this evening, and I heard a commotion by the back fence. The dogs were racing around one of the bushes and two jays were dive-bombing them. I saw something flutter from the bush to the grass below, and realized that the dogs were after something. I ran across the yard and chased the dogs away...and found three little fledgling jays in the grass. They must have fallen from the pine tree overhanging the yard. I picked up two of them, calling for GHD to help me, and cradled them against my chest. They were so little and I could feel their tiny hearts beating so fast! We managed to save two of them, but the third did not make it. He was alive when GHD picked him up, but then he just closed his eyes and was gone, the stress must have been too much. I feel so awful. I held the little jay in my hands, his tiny, soft body still warm, and cried. I'm thankful that we were able to save the two..but brokenhearted about the third.