I wish that I were writing this under happier circumstances. I wrote previously about my little titmouse patient where I told you how he seemed to have bonded with me. He would come to the window and land in the pane so he could see if I were there. He had degraded from coming down for a treat and flying away to coming down and hanging around on my patio which was not a good sign.
Unfortunately, when he first started acting a bit off, I was also trying to get rid of an intestinal bug I had caught. Plus, he did not show signs of getting worse and actually seemed to be improving. I had contacted the local rehabilitator and had decided to take him in.
The day we were to go, he did not return. I can only assume that he died. I feel sad. I am comforted by his spirit which seems to have spread to other titmice in my backyard who are now hand feeding as well.
A Video Tribute
I wanted to share with you a video my wife shot of one of the last times he came down to spend time with us. He was a sweet little bird and we already miss him.
Rest in peace, little one.