Our Grands are gone. They went back to Maine.
Our Jays are gone, too. Mom says they fledged. She kept us inside while they fledged. She said Jib would eat them.
Jib barked at the window. I woofed to keep him company.
The Jays fluttered. Then they flew.
Their JayMama screamed and dive-bombed Mom's camera. Then she took her children and they all went away.
Maybe they went to Maine.