Talking Birds - Do You Have Favorites?

When I was youngā€™ my best friends mother had a parrot that could talk and it said a lot. She let it fly around the house. Each morning when I went to my friends house before walking to school, my friends mom let me play with him. My friendā€™s mom absolutely adored this bird. I liked my friends mom and the bird.
 
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I kind of had a favorite. I walked into a small, quaint sort of odds'n'sods, knick-knacks and snacks shop with my daughter. We were in a village in the general region I live in now. My daughter, about four years old at the time, was holding my forefinger when we walked in, as I remember. There was a Mynah bird in a cage at the far end of the little place.

When we'd walked to that end, the bird spoke, saying something like "Hello, sweetie." My daughter's eyes got big as she stared at the bird. The she said, "That bird talked to me!"

There's a first time for everything.ā˜ŗļø
 
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PeppermintPatty said:
When I was youngā€™ my best friends mother had a parrot that could talk and it said a lot. She let it fly around the house. Each morning when I went to my friends house before walking to school, my friends mom let me play with him. My friendā€™s mom absolutely adored this bird. I liked my friends mom and the bird.
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My mom received a beautiful Macaw late in life (mom was around 75) from my sister, and my mom taught him to speak Greek! He would wake up the whole neighborhood by squawking loudly in the mornings. Whenever mom was on the telephone, he would yell at her to get off. He was hilarious. I used to look forward to seeing him whenever we visited her, and we called him Doritos. I taught him to speak some words. Mom eventually gave him to some monks at a monastery as she became too old to take care of him.

Before my mom received him, Doritos lived at my sister's house. One day my sister heard "Maaaw," and she thought it was one of her boys calling out to her. She replied, "Yes, son, what is it?" This was followed by "Maaaw," again, and she said the same thing. Then she realized Dorito had learned a new word.
 
palides2021 said:
My mom received a beautiful Macaw late in life (mom was around 75) from my sister, and my mom taught him to speak Greek! He would wake up the whole neighborhood by squawking loudly in the mornings. Whenever mom was on the telephone, he would yell at her to get off. He was hilarious. I used to look forward to seeing him whenever we visited her, and we called him Doritos. I taught him to speak some words. Mom eventually gave him to some monks at a monastery as she became too old to take care of him.

Before my mom received him, Doritos lived at my sister's house. One day my sister heard "Maaaw," and she thought it was one of her boys calling out to her. She replied, "Yes, son, what is it?" This was followed by "Maaaw," again, and she said the same thing. Then she realized Dorito had learned a new word.
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Parrots are so smart. Hopefully nobody teaches them to swear. Can you imagine answering the phone with a parrot
dropping f bombs every few seconds.

Dorito ! What a great name.
 
Our parrot Fred, who has lived with us for nearly 50 years, is not a great talker, but we never wanted her to be. When we first got her I would walk up to her (she turned out to be a girl) and I would say ā€œHello Fredā€ and give her a treat. Now, many years later, if she desires a treat she says Hello Fred.

We have two perches for her, one in the living room, and a cage in our bedroom. If we are going out, itā€™s back to her cage. As I am leaving the room I say By By, but she frequently beats me to it. Thatā€™s about it for talking, but she has a special sound, a kind of cluck which she uses as a sign of approval or a substitute for the word ā€œyesā€œ. She uses it because she understands several common things we say to her in the form of a question.
 
Remy said:
Two doors down from my stepfather in his mobile park, someone moved in with, I believe, two African Greys. They can sure make noise. They will be out on the patio. I walked over to see them, they said "hello."

One thing I know, my mother would not have tolerated them.
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They can be noisy.
 
My late sister had two Solomon Island Eclectus parrots. The female wasn't much of a talker because her specialty was being the biggest beeyotch in the world. The male, however, had quite the vocabulary and sounded just like a demented old English lady straight out of a Monty Python skit. Nobody ever figured out why he talked that way.

When she moved to Oregon, she took the parrots with her on the plane in a single kennel, separated on the inside by a wire divider. The female, frustrated by not being able to bite and terrorize her mate, just squawked. The male, however, spent most of the time walking through the terminal and while waiting to board, screeching out "NO BITING! HELP! HELP! POOR QUIPO! I LOVE YOU! GIVE ME A KISS! GET THE PHONE! HEY KITTY KITTY KITTY!" and other phrases in his distinctive elderly English accent. I had gotten a gate pass to help her reach the gate. People were looking around trying to figure out who was torturing the old English lady.....

Luckily for everyone on the plane, they both became silent on the plane and not a squawk was heard for the entire time.
 
jujube said:
My late sister had two Solomon Island Eclectus parrots. The female wasn't much of a talker because her specialty was being the biggest beeyotch in the world. The male, however, had quite the vocabulary and sounded just like a demented old English lady straight out of a Monty Python skit. Nobody ever figured out why he talked that way.

When she moved to Oregon, she took the parrots with her on the plane in a single kennel, separated on the inside by a wire divider. The female, frustrated by not being able to bite and terrorize her mate, just squawked. The male, however, spent most of the time walking through the terminal and while waiting to board, screeching out "NO BITING! HELP! HELP! POOR QUIPO! I LOVE YOU! GIVE ME A KISS! GET THE PHONE! HEY KITTY KITTY KITTY!" and other phrases in his distinctive elderly English accent. I had gotten a gate pass to help her reach the gate. People were looking around trying to figure out who was torturing the old English lady.....

Luckily for everyone on the plane, they both became silent on the plane and not a squawk was heard for the entire time.
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What a lovely story! I could just picture these two parrots!
 
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