Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Even in the house, birds are difficult to photograph. He won't hold still long enough for a decent picture. Above, he is walking around Emmy's face. I never did ask what kind of bird he is, but he has a beak like a parakeet.
This bird instantly learned to mock the sounds of the house. When Marge's phone chirped, the bird immediately learned to immitate the sound. Much of one day, Marge continually answered her phone only to find it was the bird causing it to "ring".
He uses six different, distinct whistles to communicate. Not that we know what he wants, but Emmy does if she is in the room. He seems to enjoy listening to his own voice.
Their intelligence is pretty amazing.
I'm fighting a cold and still hanging close to the motor home, reading a book. Tonight, we go to a spectacular Las Vegas show.