Darn it. I should have just moved the nest.
Yesterday afternoon, Mrs. Birdbrain spent most of the day — every time I checked the nest anyway — sitting on the nest in our front light. I was pretty sure this meant eggs and baby house finches who would eventually perish due to blocked exits in their illegal abode. Mr. Birdbrain had left.
This morning, we checked the light and found… Mr. Birdbrain. Lifeless. It looked like he tried to get out of the light and broke his neck. There’s no sign of Mrs. Birdbrain, but she’s wanted for questioning.
RIP, you idiot bird.