I'm Bringing Home a Baby Blue Jay
Yesterday I was trying to do some calculus in the backyard. Atticus was driving me nuts because he was poking around in the bushes. I went to check it out a blue jay popped out and started hooping around by the fence. My face light up with enjoyment, but soon diminished when I found its parents swarming the sky looking for it. I didn't know what ot do with. Nate and I put it in a box to keep it out of harms ways, and in hopes the parents would see it and do something. We were wrong.
Night rolled around and the parents left the baby. Nate and I got into a fight about what to do with it. It was a fight out of frustration because there was nothing we could do. We ended up leaving the poor unfortunate critter out in the bush, know that a cat would eat it or starvation would take over.
We went to school as usual. After a long day at school I came home to look for the bird. No signs. I assumed that it was dead or I would find its body. Atticus came out in the backyard to help me look. Thanks to Atticus I found the bird. Atticus save the life of a bluejay. Thank you Atticus.
After relentless calling people I finally found some that told me what to do with it. I had to pull the ladder out, after a small fluster with Morris, and put the bird up in the tree. It and its parents were reunited and I was very happy. After doing all that for a bird, I feel really good. I don't want to check on it because I don't want to know what happens now, I am letting nature take the wheel now. I save a helpless bluejay from a for sure death. Even though the bird will grow up to be a piece of crap. Bluejays are very superior bird and extremely territorial. They will fly from tree to tree in the spring to take small babies or eggs out of the nest and drop them on the ground. I hopes to eliminate all the bird except their kind. Oh my god, its bird GENOCIDE!!!!
This is exactly what it looks like.
Night rolled around and the parents left the baby. Nate and I got into a fight about what to do with it. It was a fight out of frustration because there was nothing we could do. We ended up leaving the poor unfortunate critter out in the bush, know that a cat would eat it or starvation would take over.
We went to school as usual. After a long day at school I came home to look for the bird. No signs. I assumed that it was dead or I would find its body. Atticus came out in the backyard to help me look. Thanks to Atticus I found the bird. Atticus save the life of a bluejay. Thank you Atticus.
After relentless calling people I finally found some that told me what to do with it. I had to pull the ladder out, after a small fluster with Morris, and put the bird up in the tree. It and its parents were reunited and I was very happy. After doing all that for a bird, I feel really good. I don't want to check on it because I don't want to know what happens now, I am letting nature take the wheel now. I save a helpless bluejay from a for sure death. Even though the bird will grow up to be a piece of crap. Bluejays are very superior bird and extremely territorial. They will fly from tree to tree in the spring to take small babies or eggs out of the nest and drop them on the ground. I hopes to eliminate all the bird except their kind. Oh my god, its bird GENOCIDE!!!!
This is exactly what it looks like.