I was so delighted to discover that a Wattle Bird had nested in our grape vine, which twines along our verandah. The first day I peeked into the nest, I saw one perfect egg, and one half eggshell with a tiny scrap of baby bird huddled inside. Over the next week the babies grew, and from the sofa I could sit with a cup of tea and watch the mother bird fly down to feed her ravenous little offspring.
Then yesterday I invited friends over to see our babies ... and when the littlest visitor was lifted up to see inside the nest she shook her head and said "It's empty."
I don't know what happened to our little birds, but I am so disappointed that we will not see them grow up and leave the nest.