Down Will Come Baby (Squirrel), Cradle and All

I'm sorry, mama squirrel, that your nest came crashing down from our maple tree. I suspect the rain had a lot to do with it. I'm sorry that your babies fell from safety, probably while you all slept cuddled together to stay warm. I cry for you and the loss of your babies. I wonder if you understand what happened, and that it was not your fault. Nor was it mine, but I still feel some guilt. The shreds of carpet you were using to line your nest came from my porch, and I left the pieces for you, knowing you were fortifying it for warmth. It seems that they soaked up the rain and the weight brought down your nest early this morning. I hate to see anything die; even the plants in my yard. Looking down at your babies as I scooped them up I feel so, so sorry.