A bird made itself at home inside one of our front pillars. It had been there for a few days and we just ignored it, but once it got big enough and poop started showing up on our front step, then it was time to evict the little guy.Ben: “Can you take a broom and knock that down or something?”Me: “Sure” My brain: "Absolutely not. Put some rubber gloves on and carefully, gently, lovingly move that nest from the pillar into a nearby tree branch." I scooped the nest out and discovered there were five little eggs in there!My preggo hormones: “YOU KILLER! YOU INHUMAN MONSTER HOW COULD YOU KICK THESE BABIES OUT OF THEIR HOME THEY NEED THEIR MOMMA BIRD AND NOW SHE'LL PROBABLY NEVER FIND THEM AND YOU'RE TO BLAME FOR THEIR DEATH!”I sat outside, nearby (since the tornado/storm knocked out our electricity anyway and there was nothing for me to do inside) waiting to see if the momma bird would come back and find the nest. I put it only 6 feet away in the nearby tree, a little lower than the pillar was so she could see it from there.She showed up, chirped and chirped at her missing nest, hopped around confused, I tried to point to the nest in the tree and tell her her babies were safe over there, but I DON'T SPEAK BIRD AND SHE COULDN'T UNDERSTAND ME, she eventually gave up and flew away.And then I cried all afternoon.