Yesterday afternoon began as any other – a day in the garden, feeding the birds, watching the chipmunks dunk in and out of the chippie cup, stuffing their mouths with seeds and huge peanuts. After planting my newly acquired swamp milkweed in the front garden, I made my way to the she-shed to store the shovel and gloves, then proceeded to the deck. And that’s when my afternoon was turned upside down. I saw a blue jay on its back. Oh no! How can I help? What should I do…