We discovered the last little bird deceased this morning. It has been somewhat educational. The parents did all they could do. They fed them. They made every effort to defend them. But when they saw there was nothing else they could do, they went back to doing what Mockingbirds do. They are foraging for food, they are making their music. It seems to me they continue to trust in the Heavenly Father in spite of what happened. We should do likewise when we encounter disappointments or losses we can't explain. After all, if we can't trust God, who can we trust?