Unfortunately, this little feller here failed to get the memo. He was so stressed out bein' the early bird catchin' the worm every damn day that he decided to end it all before Santa came to his tree to leave a big juicy earthworm in his nest. Yeppers, my boys and I were sittin' on the couch the other mornin', and BAM, along came Mr. Wren slammin' into our front door. Thank God he wasn't a suicide bomber with 10 pounds of T&T strapped to his chest or my family woulda been blown to smithereens. Instead, he just took himself out with one last flight straight into the door. POW!!!! Now that's a heck of a swan song hey?
So what possibly could have been so stressful to make this fine feathered friend want to be food for worms? Perhaps he caught wind that he was on Santa's naughty list and was gettin' a pet cat for Christmas. Yea, best to go out on your own terms buddy. Smart bird!!!!