When I was a kid we had a yellow canary. One Sunday we came home from church and the thing was green. Everyone was freaking out, trying to figure out how we got a canary that could change colors and my mom thought Jesus must be behind it. It wasn’t until years later my Dad told us that he accidently fed it plant food instead of bird food and it had died while we were gone. He said he went around to pet stores with the dead one in his pocket trying to find one that matched and finally gave up and just bought a green one.