It sounds like something happened to both parents. There are bird rescuers. Did you read the link on the home page here about what to do in an emergency. Hope it's not too late. I have had a male raise a batch of young ones and last year it was a female that raised a batch. I never have more than one batch a year here in Michigan.

I'm sorry :( Pools are very fun, especially when you have young children, but are a lot of work and a big expense to keep up. Besides having to maintain it, our electric bill is quite high due to the pool motor, particularly during the summer when it needs to run for several hours a day. We still have one 10-year old at home and she and her friends love using the pool during most of the year, but If and when we move we won't be looking for a house with a pool. Jacuzzi, yes! Pool, no. My daughter and son-in-law filled in the pool in their first home that they bought last year. They now have a beautiful deck in that space

Ouch! I don't even have mine yet!!! And you are closing yours!

My sympathies for this heartbreaking turn, Nik, and I am glad you are seeking another love. Sissy was beautiful, as is Lara -- I think gold-colored dogs are especially beautiful. Funny about the "wrong color". My late uncle, Bob Zimmerman, among the last of the true cowboys, was renowned for his line of "yellow" McNabs. McNabs are a local (originating at the McNab Ranch) lineage of Scotch collies that are usually black and white, but he got a gold-colored one in one batch of pups ("Gyp"), who went on to father offspring where the occasional pup was that color, too (recessive mutation, I suppose). Gyp was an exceptionally good herder, who won sheepdog trials at the county fair, as were many of his yellow offspring, so rather than being shunned, the yellow pups were highly desired by local ranchers. They seemed to consider them a sure bet for a good dog, as well as being of that relatively rare and novel color that lent prestige. But, as Camps points out, not so practical, considering that most of lower-elevation California is the same color as these dogs in the summer and fall -- Gyp, son Teddy, and grandson Rowdy (the ones I knew best) were hardly visible at a distance, at all, on the range.