I split my 14 mile run today into 10 miles and 4 miles. I don't typically do that, but I had to because we're expecting strong storms and I just couldn't get all 14 miles done before I had to pick up my son at noon.
Anyway - my 15 D ran the last 4 with me (she's a cross country runner), and we got just past 2 miles when she said, "Look! A bird!"
Indeed. A young, injured blue jay was floundering on the ground.
OW is from Toronto. Where the Blue Jays are. Her first initial is also "J."
So, I picked up the damaged "J" and I took it to a local bird sanctuary, where it will be rehabilitated.
Karmas gotta give me SOME credit for that....right?
