Life is Short

It's been a couple of hours since I last looked in on the house wren babies. I watched them all go through the hole in the screen and heard chirping from outside as the mother fed them. Even the little runt hopped up and out the screen. It's been quiet for awhile now so I went out to look. The mother and the two larger fledglings are gone. The little runt fell to the ground and, unable to fly, was left there alone. He didn't make it. I buried him in the ferret graveyard on the side of the front yard.