I think this is a Phoebe..
the engine housing on outside porch ceiling fan.... mud-dobbing bird's nest cat's small water bowl nearly empty, needs refill.... one downy feather through kitchen window keep watch, no activity.... next day look again anxiously wonder birds fate The adult birds have gone I think. I see no activity. I don't know if the freezing temperatures destroyed the eggs, if one of the parents died or what could possibly have happened. I wonder if they will refresh the nest and try again or if one of them died.
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