The fledglings died. It struck me more than I expected.
The other morning I went out back and found them in the corner. One was dead and the other curled up next to it. I removed the dead body and put it in a hollow spot in the church park. A few hours later the second had died.
The parents continued to watch over their bodies fr the rest of the day and whenever anyone approached they would scold. Even now, a few days later, they still yell at me when I go out the back door.