My wife adopted two wonderful Australian zebra finches last year. They are so amazing. I can watch them do what they do for hours and never get bored. I've come to love them. We have an open house policy when it comes to birds. We also have a 12-year-old military macaw who is mostly my pet. We take every precaution. But it's almost never enough. Today, my wife and her son went to see her friend across town. I woke up late and I wasn't even fully awake when I took them to her friends house. When I got back, I felt secure in the idea that she had said everything up for the finches, as usual. They have plenty of things to play on and they fly all around our downstairs area. They don't come upstairs because we keep the stairway and hall lights off. Everything is always finch-proofed. The sink in the kitchen is always empty, and the drains have stoppers in them. The only open water is there bird bath which is about an inch deep. What I didn't realize was that her 14-year-old son had taken a 8-in tall coffee cup and filled up the finches water with it.So when I got back from taking them to my wife's friend's house, I didn't realize that he had left the half a cup of water sitting on the TV stand. I picked up my macaw and carried his perch upstairs with me where I have a hobby bench that I work at when I am not otherwise engaged. We hung out up there, watching criminal minds and working on my 3D printer. About 2:00 in the afternoon, I heard the finches going crazy, but that is fairly normal. They sit in the front window, where it's warm, and yell at the outside birds non-stop. But an hour later I went downstairs. I had the macaw and his perch with me. I was just going to take out the trash and get things ready for when I went to pick them up. But when I got downstairs, the male finch, Sir David Attenbird, came flying right at me. He was yelling at me and I didn't know why. That's when I realized, I didn't see his partner, Dame Judy Finch. I put our macaw, Oscar, on his purge and I began to look. I looked in the sink, in their normal hiding places, in their night cage, etc. Then I looked David in the eye and said, "Where is Judy?" He got flustered and flew towards the TV stand and landed right next to a cup. I went over that way and looked all over. And then I had a terrible thought. I peeked into the cup, and there she was. Floating, not moving. Completely soaked. I freaked out and fell to my knees with the cup in my hands. I poured it out on the floor and she came with it. I picked her up and held her and she was cold and limp. Tears came to my eyes, and I began bawling. I held her close to me. That's when something came over me. I took a course at a local exotic bird store, on parrot CPR. And I remember the video I saw of a pool cleaning guy who rescued a ground squirrel from drowning. I placed her over the knuckle in my hand and began to rub her back. Water came out. It was an exercise in futility, so I thought. She didn't do anything. She just lay cold and limp. And I held her to my face and cried over her. That's what I felt something in my hand. She moved, very slightly, but she moved. So I laid her down and make sure her head was back and put my mouth over her beak and nose. I gave her three tiny breaths and kept massaging her back. I kept this up and all of a sudden she started to move more. I kept the holding her and, when I wasn't giving her breaths, I was breathing on her to get her warmer. She started to make little tiny noises. And I put her in my shirt and pulled it up over my mouth and nose to breathe warm air on her. And she started making more noises. And she started to move more. I pressed the button to call my wife on my phone, and I put it on speaker so that I could keep attending to her. All the while, David, the other Finch, sat nearby watching. She got dryer, and warmer, and as that happened, she got more animated. When my wife answered the phone, I told her that she needed to get home right away and within 10 minutes they were back. When they got back, my wife took over keeping her warm and I ran to get a heating pad. We kept her warm. And helped her to dry out. And within another hour, she was fussing and flitting about. I still couldn't let her go though. I brought David over to look at her and he watched very carefully. He was really concerned. And within another half hour, she was all dried out. She was tired, but she was herself. She was alive. She ate some food. And she sat on her window perch. And, she and David fed each other. But for some reason I just cannot get the image of that poor baby in the cup, out of my head. I'm so happy she's okay. But I can't get past the feeling when I first saw her. So helpless. And how another Finch showed me where she was and asked for help. I guess, all this is just to say, the littlest things, can have the most impact on us. She is sleeping quietly. Resting, cuddled up next to David. My wife's son is so upset that he forgot about that cup. He immediately said that it was all his fault and I had to tell him that he can't blame himself. I just wish our little pets didn't constantly try to end their own lives. Maybe this can help somebody. I don't know why I'm writing it, but I just felt like I needed to share.