After the disappearance of our little blue jay family, I moved the nest out of its exposed location in the rhododendron bush and put it on the deck as a reminder of the few weeks when we were witness to the birth of the babies. Since then I've gone out several times and noticed that it's been moved around and the twigs scattered. First I blamed it on teenage boys (sorry Nick) and then squirrels. Then this morning I got my answer:
So -- the blue jays are recycling the old nest, and are building another one somewhere in the neighborhood, hopefully far away from predators this time. Hope springs eternal.