My beloved little finch, "Boris" died yesterday. Every morning, for six years, while I had my coffee, he would happily sing the same exact song. I tried to save him with some birdie antibiotics, but he went 'just like that', from being happy and healthy to dropping dead. He will be missed. Go ahead, you can call me goofy, but I will really miss my "little chicken". The date on my camera was set twelve hours behind, which I have now fixed, but I assure all this shot was taken today, Sunday, June 13, 2004.