Maybe he died of old age.
That’s how Iggy responded to finding a dead sparrow in our bird house. By coincident, another dead sparrow turned up on our patio the same day. That one must have been dropped off by a cat.
Sparrows have been scarce around here for the past few months. I wonder why.
But there’s an upside to the sparrows’ absence. Other birds have showed up. Especially a couple of tufted titmice, which are birds, not rodents. Yesterday I watched one fly away with a peanut in its beak. The peanut was almost as big as its head. A tufted titmouse is about the same size as a chickadee.