I'm working on a secret project. I have tons of pictures about it that I want to post, but I can't until the secret project is finished and delivered.
Late last night, Smokey appeared at the back door with a baby blue jay in his mouth. It was probably better than appearing with a half-dead bat. It was still alive, and he probably would have played with it for hours if I hadn't brought him in. In the optimistic hope the baby jay would live the night, I transferred it to a bed of newspaper and covered it with a paper sheet.
And now I wonder if baby jays have ghosts and how a ghost baby jay would conduct a haunting.