Captain’s Log 5,841
The wee birds are dead. The nest was attacked again last night. Three little corpses entwined in the fern fronds this morning. Since I didn’t see any movement at all yesterday afternoon, my only hope is that they were already dead when the predator attacked.
I cleaned it all up and removed the nest. I watered everything very well, filled the bird feeders, and waited to see what Mom Bird would do. She returned and started what must be considered a wailing of grief for her chicks.
But I had to do something. I could not bear to leave them there just rotting away with her desperation so apparent.
I cannot believe how much this has upset me. It’s beyond words.