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Hi Marjorie...You have my sympathy...I just fell (again and again and again it happens) but this time I didn't break anything. It still hurts though and I'm supposed to be cleaning the house for a couple of get-togethers. I love birds too -- especially quail. I discovered recently that jays are members of the crow familly and are the smartest birds. I wrote a poem last year that you might enjoy. The Sparrow And The Boy (c) 1999 by Elizabeth Southwood He lived under the stone overpass. He had no parents in a warm house. On a cold winter night no candle was lit bright, no stocking hung by a fireplace. Living alone, he spent freezing nights in cardboard boxes fighting frostbite, without any cocoa, without any pillow, no mittens to wear, no warm firelight. Nearby on the bank grew a willow which overhung the creek. A sparrow fell there, chilled, hungry, wet, moved onto a blanket of dried leaves reflecting headlight glow. He put the trembling bird in his sleeve, kept him warm throughout that icy eve, and the bird snuggled tight, chirped at dawn’s rosy light, sang of the kindness that he received. A roomy van showed up the next year - a frosty, bitter night, moonless, drear. A pink-cheeked boy appeared with suet and bird seed, arranged it for the birds which pecked there. *************************** Take care of yourself!!! Liz