That porch is a bad place for a nest because it gets really hot in the afternoon. But last year, the nesters produced three healthy birds. They made it all the way through flight school and the family camp out. Only one of um' kept returning to the nest and eventually he got motivated.
Now, I know that my feelings aren't right. I'm a guy. I should be all "it's a dog eat dog world" and "mother nature takes its course" right? But I feel all moochy inside. I blame the medicine.