I Haz A Sad

I got home from work, and as usual, trekked out to the pear tree to take my baby bird photo of the day. As I approached, I sensed something was wrong.

It seemed unusually still. Unusually quiet.

When I got to the nest, I saw that it was tipped over. And empty.

I looked all over. On the ground under the nest. In the nearby branches. Nothing.

Nothing but the forlorn chirping of the mama bird desperately calling for her babies. It was no use. They are gone. Since they were still way too young to fly, I can only conclude that some predator got them.

I'm seriously bummed.