I shook my head sadly, must have been the rain last night that knocked it down somehow. I remember back in late April or early May when they were first building it. It took over a week. The opening kept getting smaller and smaller, until I could barely see it from the angle. I had ruchek with my landlord and she had told me (at least this is what I think she said) that when she had lived here, she had put up newspapers out there so the birds would build somewhere else.
Although there is a lot of poop and it makes it hard to open the bathroom window, it didn�t really bother me that they were building their nest there. I kind of liked the peeping that I heard sometimes. As I surveyed the disheveled and fluffy baby bird, I wondered if it would fall. It looked back and forth, blinking its round black eyes rapidly.
Later in the afternoon, after work, I came home and looked again. To my dismay the bird was practically baking on the hot ledge, in the direct sun all day. It looked a lot less fluffy, and was breathing hard. Its feathers looked rumpled to me, and its head was down. I tried to open the window, but tons of little bugs and poop rushed in through the window. I remembered stories about birds not taking back their babies after humans touched them. Being on the third story, I knew there was no way that I could do anything for it from outside. I decided to keep checking on it, and if it looked like it was dying, I would open the window, poop and bugs or otherwise.
An hour later I looked again and to my surprise, the baby bird was gone. I waited for a while, and then came to the hopeful conclusion that the parents had realized there was no hope to rebuild the nest before the baby would die without shelter, and had carried him off.
Maybe next year I will put up newspaper.