This is what I woke up to! My baby birds are gone! There must have been one egg that didn't hatch. What could have been so cruel? Was it a squirrel? A raccoon? A hawk? Or was it one of the owls I hear calling outside the window every morning?
I thought this nest was a little vulnerable. No bird had ever built a nest in that location. There was easy access for many predators.
Are mama and papa bird grieving today? Or have they just moved on? Perhaps they were killed defending their young.
Don told me not to dwell on it. He's right. It happens.