Every time I went in the back yard I looked for her.
She wasn't there.
I can't see in the nest. I have to hold my camera over the nest and take a picture to see if there are any eggs.
As long as I didn't take a picture there was a chance the egg was still there.
When she didn't come back all day I had to know.
Now I know.
I will take the nest out because it's not a good place.
Her heart is broken.
I'm sorry Mommy bird.