I focus my lens and take two tiny steps to the right, trying to get the best angle of the Bluejay that just perched in the tree next to the street. He's such a beauty. His electric blue color is simply unreal.
"Gotcha," I whisper, looking down to see how the photo turned out. "Wow, just look at you. Such a handsome fella."
The bird looks at me, tilting his head to the side as if he's thanking me for the compliment. He flies away when Harry comes along, dragging two suitcases behind him.
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" he asks.
"I'm sure. I have to find a job or else you'll have to kick me out," I say, causing him to chuckle. "Did you remember to pack your meds?"
He nods. "All seven of them. Hopefully I can pull it together long enough to fool my mom into thinking that I
