I'm sorry to say that the little bird didn't make it. It happened yesterday morning, I went to check on him but he wasn't moving. In my negation, I thought that maybe he was hibernating or something like that, I tried to grab him but he was cold. I didn't know what to do, I was really upset and I couldn't think straight. I calmed down and decided that I should bury him. My mom told me that it wasn't my fault, that that is just the cycle of life, that I gave him everything he needed and that maybe he was ready to go since the beginning but, I still feel that I could have done more to help him have a longer life, that somehow, it was kind of my fault.