I'm not sure what happened, but he was pretty young, and in good health. He was just singing earlier this morning, happily.
I went to change his water though, and noticed that he wasn't on his perch or in his little nest, and found him in the bottom of the cage.
Poor little dude. I'll miss him. I'll miss his constant "me me me" chirps, (he kind of sounded like a squeaky toy) and his little judging stares.
Zeke was pretty bent out of shape about it all, and Reuben is already making preparations for a burial for Mr. Finch. We're going to bury him beside the lilac bush, which is just starting to bloom.
It sure is a sad start to spring though.
I have a feeling we'll be visiting a pet store in the near future. Maybe we'll get a "Scout Finch" this time.