Tragedy in the Playhouse

On Saturday morning I woke up to the sound of birds going crazy in the backyard. I looked out my window and the nest in the playhouse was gone! I looked closer and saw two cracked eggs on the landing just above the slide. I went outside to get a closer look and found the nest on the ground under the playhouse. I was devastated-these poor birds had already had to deal with Ian the egg snatcher now they were childless and homeless! I put the nest back in the playhouse where it had been. It didn't seem like the wind would knock it down and upon noticing the feathers on the ground I have come to the conclusion that it was a cat. I guess building your nest in a playhouse with a ladder is not the best idea. The birds have not returned and every morning I check to see if maybe they have come back. It seemed like we had our miracle after Ian got to the nest, but I think the birds are gone for good now. On the plus side Ian can now play in his playhouse without two birds squawking at him and looking like they are going to dive bomb him at any minute.