A few weeks ago, we found a little nest with 5 little eggs. Within a couple of days all the eggs had hatched and we were the proud neighbours of 5 little birdies. We watched them grow from featherless newborns to feathered teenagers.
Last Sunday, I had a quick look and they were getting big and doing well. The next day we looked again and found an empty, broken nest. Sean thinks that there was some sort of attack because the nest wasn't intact. I couldn't find any evidence of a struggle. No feathers or carcasses. So, I think they just up and flew away. [Can you guess who the optimist in the family is?] I believe, in their excitement to leave home they left the place in shambles, as teenagers are known to do. This is the empty nest.