Yes, I know that I JUST posted.
But something happened today that I felt deserved more than just a passing Facebook status.
Today, one of my two finches passed from this mortal life.
I just want to take a little time to remember her.
I remember when I purchased the pair of them back in September of 2008. They were actually for a presentation on bird banding I was going to give for a class.
From that time on they have been kind of a silly and random presence in my life.
After much deliberation and input from my family, I decided to name them Howard and Eunice. From "What's Up, Doc?" Need a reference? Here you go.
Please go and rent the entire film if you have not seen it. It's for your own good.
They were a cute little pair. A little shy at first but then learning their routine and opening up in their song repertoire.
Beeps, chirps, warbles, (and if agitated, screeches) abounded.
When I FIRST got them, they used to wake me up in the morning. But after a while I didn't mind their sounds. They were familiar. And adorable.
They used to hop and dart around their cage. Take baths that splattered water everywhere. And once or twice, little Eunice laid an egg (which never hatched, of course).
Yes, they were a sweet little duo.
Only in the last couple days has Eunice been acting strange. Not as active. Not singing as much. I thought it was just the change in weather.
I should have known it was a terrible idea to hold off turning on the heat when it was getting below freezing at night.
And so after I got back from church this afternoon, there she was at the bottom of the cage. Lifeless.
And Howard looking confused and a little lost.
Birds may not have as much intelligence or emotional complexity as dogs, but they do learn routine and familiarity. And these two little birds had been together from birth. Never separated (except for the couple times Howard got out of the cage). And so I know Howard will be a little out of sorts for a while.
I'll admit, I'm not going to loose sleep over this. I'm not going to take off a day of work. But I AM sad.
Mostly for Howard. I know he will be just fine. But he seems so lonely now. He no longer has anyone to sing with or to perch next to in the night.
It doesn't help that I am pretty sure it was my neglect in temperature regulation that KILLED Eunice.
I feel horrible about it.
She will be remembered.
I wish I had a picture of these two...but they flit rather fast and I've never taken the time to just sit there and wait for them to be still.
It's a pity. They are such lovely little birds.
So, to Eunice.
One of the silliest little birds who honored her namesake.
Farewell, tiny one.