This might be a weird memorial since it's not for a dog, cat, or other domestic pet, but it made me so sad that I had to post something in their honor.
We have a birdhouse hanging at the front of our house. In all the years I've had birdhouses, birds never nested in them. I bought this one 3 years ago strictly for decoration. I got it at a local art fair, and even though the artist says they're fully functional, I figured it would be pretty, although empty. Well, the past two years, birds have nested in it. We enjoy watching the adults doing the building, then eventually hearing the babies and seeing the adults going in and out for feeding.
Anyway, today DH took the house down to clean out this year's old nest, and he found several dead baby birds, all curled up together (he thought he counted 7 of them). He said they had downy feathers, so I think that means they were a bit older, but I'm not sure. It just breaks my heart, because I remember when we heard all the peeping after they hatched -- but we generally stayed away from the house so we wouldn't disturb them. Something must've happened to the parents (they were chickadees, by the way) and the babies starved to death.
Thinking of them starving right outside our door is bad enough, but what makes it worse is that we have a wonderful wildlife rehab center about 2 miles down the road. They would've definitely been able to help the babies, had we known they needed help. Oh, it just makes me so sad!
I'm sorry we didn't help you sweet birdies -- I hope you are flying strong now and are enjoying lovely trees and bushes at the Bridge.