Our little male African Green Singer Finch passed away early this afternoon.
Ours was the third and forever home that he had, so we have no idea how old he was.
I think of the stress of moving might have been too much for him, as he was an elderly bird.
We've moved into our new house, and Bill and I buried him in our garden. We have a lot of work to do on the house, but once all the work has been done and we are calmer and can get to deciding about our garden, we might plant a nice tribute berry bush, i.e. rasperry bush just on top of where we buried him. I think he'd appreciate that we were offering wild birds fruit. Our late Pippin Piper loved fruit.
Fly freely over the bridge, little guy. We are going to miss your melodic song more than you'll ever know. We'll see you when it's time.