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A postscript to my prior post:
I just checked the 'old' finches cage, and I couldn't find Ron. After tearing apart his house, etc, I located him under the newspaper at the bottom of the cage. (Sigh). The new finch we'd gotten to keep him company was acting all hyper, which alerted me that something was wrong. So, here we go again...Wrap poor Ron in tissue, put him in a small box, and out to the garage until we can bury him.
We have a frikken animal cemetary going here now.
Meanwhile, the new parents are doing fine, but our poor new bird, Lupin, is very sad. If any of the babies survive , we will put them in with him when they start getting on mom and dad's nerves, but in the meantime, poor Lupin is going to be lonely.
So, three babies born on the same day one dies. Circle of life, right?
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