
It is really sad. Yes, I cried. Yes, it is nature. Birds like this one have multiply clutches of eggs a year because so few make it to adulthood. It's still sad. A lonely Blue Jay feather on the nearby ground makes me think that is what got the eggs. I've left her nest for now. I know she will not be back in it, but I still look at it occasionally. It is a beautiful nest.

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