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Emily Dickins said:
Hope is a thing with feathers, That perches in the soul.

In July of 2006 my Grand daughter Alison was just turning
five. She got a trampoline for her birthday.
While in the yard that day she came running to tell me
a bird had fallen from a tree. The nest was too high to
put it back.

It looked like a blue jay to me and no mama bird
was anywhere in sight.

As soon as we got near it lifted it's head up to be fed

We placed it into the forsythia bush and hoped the mama
would return and find it.

Alison 'petted' it until it closed it eyes and fell asleep

We left it there and and when we returned later
it was gone. I told Alison the mama had come and got it.
I do not know what happened to it.