Okay, so for a while, an orphaned baby Bluejay has lived in our yard. He survived the first day alone. We thought he could live by himself. Until today.

Our enormous (and very un-ladylike) black lab nearly killed him at my dad's today. His leg was mangled up and covered with blood. It was about to come right off. We could of taken photos but he was losing a lot of blood for a baby so we needed to bandage the leg fast. It stopped the bleeding but the bird was still severely wounded. We put him in a laundry box and put in downstairs so the dogs or the cat couldn't reach him.

Later, while waiting for my mother to pick me up, I went back down. The bird's wing was in the water bowl. I didn't want him to die there so I touched him and tried to pick him up. Instead he got scared and hopped around, flapping his wings, and screeched. I tried to make him stop struggling because I was afraid his leg would fall right off. He did stop, his leg was fine, and I left him alone ever since.

Now I'm at my mother's, typing on her laptop. I bet the bird is dead now.

I know I shouldn't be so sad. It was just a bird. But... he was just a baby. He could of lived by himself and survived, but now his chances of dying are 99%. My mother got me a trampoline today but I'm still not cheered up.

I'm sorry. This just had me really shaken up, even if it shouldn't be.