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When I was little, my parents temporarily took in some birds that belonged to some relatives. One was a parrot. He would walk up your arm to perch on your shoulder. There were four of us kids. He was fine with the rest of us, but he would always bite my one brother's ear. We have no idea why. Maybe he smelled fear. lol
Years ago when I was about eight - I'm now 70 - our next door neighbor had two, large African Gray parrots who were kept in a huge, outdoor cage (this was in southern California) that he absolutely loved. He and his family were going on a week-long vacation and he asked my father to look after them. My father told Herb, the neighbors first name, he would be glad to.
Once the family left for their vacation, every evening after work my father took a pitcher of martinis and a glass over to our neighbor's patio, sat down in a chair next to the parrot's cage and started saying, over and over, "Herb, you son of a ____." After several days the parrots began to repeat it. When the family returned, Herb rushed over to the age to see his "babies" and you can tell what happened. The parrots never forgot it and I don't think Herb ever forgave my father.
years ago when i was about eight - i'm now 70 - our next door neighbor had two, large african gray parrots who were kept in a huge, outdoor cage (this was in southern california) that he absolutely loved. He and his family were going on a week-long vacation and he asked my father to look after them. My father told herb, the neighbors first name, he would be glad to.
Once the family left for their vacation, every evening after work my father took a pitcher of martinis and a glass over to our neighbor's patio, sat down in a chair next to the parrot's cage and started saying, over and over, "herb, you son of a ____." after several days the parrots began to repeat it. When the family returned, herb rushed over to the age to see his "babies" and you can tell what happened. The parrots never forgot it and i don't think herb ever forgave my father.
Years ago when I was about eight - I'm now 70 - our next door neighbor had two, large African Gray parrots who were kept in a huge, outdoor cage (this was in southern California) that he absolutely loved. He and his family were going on a week-long vacation and he asked my father to look after them. My father told Herb, the neighbors first name, he would be glad to.
Once the family left for their vacation, every evening after work my father took a pitcher of martinis and a glass over to our neighbor's patio, sat down in a chair next to the parrot's cage and started saying, over and over, "Herb, you son of a ____." After several days the parrots began to repeat it. When the family returned, Herb rushed over to the age to see his "babies" and you can tell what happened. The parrots never forgot it and I don't think Herb ever forgave my father.
Years ago when I was about eight - I'm now 70 - our next door neighbor had two, large African Gray parrots who were kept in a huge, outdoor cage (this was in southern California) that he absolutely loved. He and his family were going on a week-long vacation and he asked my father to look after them. My father told Herb, the neighbors first name, he would be glad to.
Once the family left for their vacation, every evening after work my father took a pitcher of martinis and a glass over to our neighbor's patio, sat down in a chair next to the parrot's cage and started saying, over and over, "Herb, you son of a ____." After several days the parrots began to repeat it. When the family returned, Herb rushed over to the age to see his "babies" and you can tell what happened. The parrots never forgot it and I don't think Herb ever forgave my father.
I still, over 60 years later, chuckle over it.
LOL, sounds like something Mrs. Chow's dad would do, we both read this and her and I thought the same thing. LOL. While it's funny, I wouldn't do something like that myself. LOL
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Originally Posted by metamorphosis
I stopped at Taco Bell for dinner. They ask what the customer's name is, so now I know that some guy named "Bill" wears his jeans well.
My father told Herb, the neighbors first name, he would be glad to.
Once the family left for their vacation, every evening after work my father took a pitcher of martinis and a glass over to our neighbor's patio, sat down in a chair next to the parrot's cage and started saying, over and over, "Herb, you son of a ____."
I want to grow up to be just like your father. What fun!
(I hope you just forgot the part where he fed the birds, too.)
Mrs. Chow one time showed me this vid clip of a bird, not sure, probably a parrot and in the vid this bird knew words and could actually have a conversion, I mean it was bizarre, it comprehended the meaning of the words, there was no way that it was just trained because of the randomness and flow of the conversation with the owner or trainer or whatever.
It actually really took me aback. It made me look at animals and birds in particular in a different way and sometimes challenges me on the fact that I like eating meat makes me think a bit about it more.
I told my cousin it was a little frightening when he told me that the bird he has actually laughs at the jokes they tell.
Like he actually UNDERSTANDS the punch line. It's scary but cool at the same time!
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I want a talking bird! I tried to teach my parakeets to talk when I was little and crazy.
I swear I could hear them whispering to each other in the dark after I went to bed.
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