Day 14

The yard is full of jays.
I could hear them outside on this hot, steamy morning, coming closer and closer--even through closed windows, as the air conditioner drones noisily behind the house.
They're everywhere.
Swooping down into the highest branches, and searching along each one.
Even the maple tree.

Where is Mama?
They've come too close.
And I cannot scare them away.

The nest is empty.
I still have not seen Mama.

I'm not yet ready to be forgiving of bluejays,
but some helpful follow-up reading can be found here.