Baby Birds

Yesterday I was out in the backyard watering my herbs. I went to find my insecticidal soap in the space under the screened porch. Of course I didn't have any. However I noticed a bunch of leaves and twigs in one of my clay pots. I picked up the pot to clean it out and out flew a bird. She flew through the lattice and out into the backyard. It scared the holy crap out of me. Thank goodness for incontinence pads. After I calmed down I looked into the pot. There were three teeny,tiny baby birds. They were all pink skin, beaks and eyes. I quickly put the pot back in it's original place. I walked out to the deck. The momma bird and all her buddies were pitching a fit. I apologized profusely and continued my day. Last night I went to bed remembering the baby birds. Did the momma go back after I disturbed the nest? Where the baby birds alone and shivering? Did I need to get baby bottles and milk? No, no, worms and grubs. What did baby birds eat? Would I have to become the mother? I am taking my youngest to college in the fall. Now I would have to take of three babies. Babies that I don't know what to feed. You don't breast feed birds and that was how I fed my kids. I want an empty nest not one with three birds in it! Plus I drove the mother away. When the birds grew up, would they resent me for the loss of their mother? Would they require intense therapy? Would they rob banks? And right at this minute - are they cold? I can't sit on the nest. I will have to knit them sweaters. I will do generic colors until I figure out their sex. I finally went to sleep. Today is no better. I am afraid to go back down there in cause the momma is there. But if I don't there are three starving babies. After reading this, I agree with Gordon, I do need to get a life.