Deja vu or just bad genes

I didn't realize this till afterwards but the same thing happened to me last year. I woke up the other morning to a Bluejay making a whole lot of noise. Later in the day I went out to deliver the rent check across the street and all the gangstas who smoke pot on my front stairs were sitting there. I said something about the noisy bird and on of them said, "Yeah. And there is another one down there." He pointed to the stairs by the mailboxes. "The other one keeps feeding it," he continued. He had pointed at a big baby Bluejay puffball sitting on the edge of a flower pot. "Oh, no!" I said. "Something is going to eat it." "Don't pick it up! It will bite you!" Yelled one of the gangstas. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my hoodie then went and got the ladder from the back yard. The gangstas held the ladder for me while I put the baby Bluejay in the tree. A week later he is still there. Now he has a tail and wings and is practicing his flying techniques. Last year was not such a happy story. This baby Bluejay is much smarter than his brother.