baby birds

i hear the birds chirping this morning, busily gathering twigs and string and stuff to build their nests; nests to gently house their soon-to-be-laid eggs. The female will then lay her eggs, and settle in the nest to warm the fragile shells that protect her potential offspring. Shortly after the eggs are laid and she settles in - as sure as i am sitting here, listening to chirps and typing on my computer - there is certain to be a violent spring storm that will blow down trees, branches, and egg-filled bird nests. Every year it happens, and i've seen it too many times to reach any other conclusion - God hates baby birds.