I'd like to think the house finches who have been nesting on my back porch simply moved on. Maybe they found a place they liked better, with a more scenic view or more friendly neighbors. I kind of hope that's what happened, although I have my doubts.
Last night in the middle of the night (because I'm almost always up in the middle of the night, wide awake), I heard a thumping sound coming from outside. At first I asked myself if it could be thunder, because we did have a minor system of some time go through earlier in the week. It dumped about six drops of rain on us. Didn't amount to much.
But no, this wasn't thunder and it wasn't raining. I peered out through the drapes but couldn't see anything unusual.
This morning when I checked on the finches I was surprised to see a few strands of dried grass in total disarray on the beam where the nest had been. I walked out onto the porch and saw the rest of the nest lying on the ground below. That's all, just the empty nest. I never did see any sign that there were babies, or even eggs, during the whole long time the birds were in residence. So maybe they did just give up and move on.
It's kind of sad, though. I was hoping to see signs of new life some time this spring. It would have had a kind of symmetry with what's going on in my human family these days. I hope the finches are happy in their new location, wherever that turns out to be. I have to think that way.