A mama bird had built her nest just outside our kitchen window at the beginning of the season. We enjoyed watching the hatching, development, and wing testing cycle of her birdettes. It appears the last of the fledglings finally got its wings and took off yesterday morning, leaving us with empty nest syndrome. I need to take the nest down, because she actually built it in a place such that we can't open or close our awning, but I'm sad to finalize their goodbye. There's a glaring metaphor in there, but I don't care to parse it just now.