disaster

several weeks ago a robin pair built a nest on my front porch. this made me happy. momma robin comfortably perched on her nest every day, face to the pillar, tail feathers splayed. she looked safe and i thought she'd chosen a good place for her nest.

today i stopped by my house over lunch to drop off a bike frame. the nest was on the porch. four broken eggs, four gooey chicks.

i feel responsible somehow.