When I went to check the nest box this evening I also found it somewhat odd that papa bird didn't bolt out like he usually does. Momma moved aside and got her scritches, baby looked good with a full crop, but daddy ... didn't move at all? I gently gave him a scritch and ... nothing. Daddy was gone.
As it turns out it wasn't daddy though, daddy is still alive, flying, and feeding momma and the kiddo's. I took the normal green in to have a vet give me an idea what may have happened (since I don't have much background on any of these birds), and I was told that he most likely died of old age.
I have to admit I will miss him, sweet little budgie-boy. He was the only one I had who would step-up. When I'd reach in to feed them, he'd come over and step-up onto my finger, then run up my arm onto my shoulder and sit there until I had the food ready to put back in. Then he'd run back down my arm and perch on the edge of the food dish until I had it back in place in the cage so he could be the very first one to eat out of each dish. It was pretty cute. I hope he's flying high and happy somewhere in birdy heaven.
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