Livestrong
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Hello everyone, I am new to this forum, and my canary is the first bird I have ever had. We have only had him for about three years and he was my little buddy. My wife came in his room this morning to find him lifeless on the bottom of the crate and I am devastated.
I guess I will start from what I consider the beginning. We went on vacation in late June/early July and our neighbor came over every morning/evening to take care of him while we were gone. She said he acted normal and sang for him and everything. We came back and he didn't seem to be singing much, but this also seems to be molesting time so I didn't think anything of it.
Then a few weeks ago, when we went to uncover him in the morning, he was on the bottom of his cage just sitting there. I sat with him for a good half hour and thought maybe he hurt his wing and couldn't get back up, so I went to put food and water down there with him. Well that startled him and he immediately flew up to his perch and that was the end of that weird behavior. Still no singing of any sort yet however.
Fast forward to yesterday and the new weirdness was i would keep finding him sitting in his food bowl. Sometimes he would be eating, other times he would just be sitting there. I thought maybe he couldn't find any fresh stuff, so I threw it out and filled it with all fresh and he happily flew to it and chowed down. I would still find him sitting in there throughout the day, but otherwise he seemed normal.
Later that day, my wife and I found these little Autumn themed canary figures that I though he would like, so we got them and I put them on his window sill. He eyed them curiously for a while and then started making curious squawk at them, but I know he wasn't afraid because he got on his perch right near them to investigate, and within a few minutes was indifferent to them.
I put him to be normally other then he was cuddled up to his mirror. This isn't unheard of as he always did this occasionally, but he usually preferred to sleep in his coconut. I sang him his bedtime song and told him I loved him like every night and you know the end to the story already.
I have no idea if any of the events in any of this are related, but I figured I would tell as much as I could. I have no idea what happened to the little guy, and my heart is broken. Does anybody have any insight on this?
I guess I will start from what I consider the beginning. We went on vacation in late June/early July and our neighbor came over every morning/evening to take care of him while we were gone. She said he acted normal and sang for him and everything. We came back and he didn't seem to be singing much, but this also seems to be molesting time so I didn't think anything of it.
Then a few weeks ago, when we went to uncover him in the morning, he was on the bottom of his cage just sitting there. I sat with him for a good half hour and thought maybe he hurt his wing and couldn't get back up, so I went to put food and water down there with him. Well that startled him and he immediately flew up to his perch and that was the end of that weird behavior. Still no singing of any sort yet however.
Fast forward to yesterday and the new weirdness was i would keep finding him sitting in his food bowl. Sometimes he would be eating, other times he would just be sitting there. I thought maybe he couldn't find any fresh stuff, so I threw it out and filled it with all fresh and he happily flew to it and chowed down. I would still find him sitting in there throughout the day, but otherwise he seemed normal.
Later that day, my wife and I found these little Autumn themed canary figures that I though he would like, so we got them and I put them on his window sill. He eyed them curiously for a while and then started making curious squawk at them, but I know he wasn't afraid because he got on his perch right near them to investigate, and within a few minutes was indifferent to them.
I put him to be normally other then he was cuddled up to his mirror. This isn't unheard of as he always did this occasionally, but he usually preferred to sleep in his coconut. I sang him his bedtime song and told him I loved him like every night and you know the end to the story already.
I have no idea if any of the events in any of this are related, but I figured I would tell as much as I could. I have no idea what happened to the little guy, and my heart is broken. Does anybody have any insight on this?
was he a baby when you got him? Or maybe he was older? It could've been his age, maybe? I'm so sorry for your loss 
