This Spring

Have I ever told you that India wants to be a vet? True.



That's my slip. India wanted something soft for the poor fella who, I assume, flew into a window and then sat dazed and panting on our lawn. I wanted something I wouldn't want to wear again if it needed to be buried in it.


This is the point when India decided that something needed to be done. She was going to bring the bird inside and "heal it". This is also the point that the bird decided that something needed to be done and mustered up its strength to fly away to a nearby tree scaring the bejesus out of me and India both.


I think we prayed for that bird for a while at bedtime, right after the bit when we pray for God to protect the fairies. Now, she loves to tell the story of the day she healed the blue jay. Sheesh, my kid is cute.