Alas, I have sad news to report.
This morning I went out to check the robin nest because it didn't seem too lively and there was only one chick in there. I figured it was a bit too early for the other three to have flown the nest but at least there was still one little guy left in there and maybe it would get big and fat since its brothers and/or sisters weren't fighting for worms.
Well, that dream is over. Julie just called me up because the mama robin was having a freakout and when she turned on the light outside, there was a cat on the railing who quickly zoomed away when Julie yelled at it. Unfortunately, when the nest was checked, there was nothing in there except a few pieces of straw and a streak of bird poo.
It's a little sad. Sure, they were just a few little robin chicks that happened to be growing up on our back porch, but they were OUR little robin chicks. There's going to be a little something missing from our morning and evenings when we look out at the empty nest and don't see a beak or two poking out of it, looking for worms.
The upside of this whole thing is that at least they made it a lot further than the brood from last year. Those poor buggers didn't even make it out of the eggs.
Next year we're posting guards...