i was wondering how you feel about teaching parrots to talk? is there any substance to it? do they actually understand what they’re saying or do they just learn that those vocalizatjons get them treats? is there any risk persay to teaching parrots to talk? i’ve been doing my own research ofc but i was wondering your thoughts if you wouldn’t mind sharing them!
I don’t know of any downsides really? The only one I’ve ever heard people claim is teaching your birds to swear can make it harder to find them a home if they ever have to be rehomed.
I think it’s a good way to socialize with your birds, especially birds that don’t like to be touched. Parrots love to vocalize alone and with their friends. Obviously we’re incapable of mimicking parrot noises, so that really just leaves us with the option of speaking to them.
They obviously don’t fully understand human speech, but they’re definitely capable of recognizing phrases and their “meaning”. I’ve seen this in birds I’ve worked with myself and you can see it all over online as well. My mom’s African grey is extremely intelligent and has a large vocabulary. When he’s nervous we tell him “it’s okay” and now he understands this is a comfort phrase. When he was trying to make friends with my mom’s cockatoo he repeatedly told her “it’s okay” because she kept trying to get away from him. If you upset him he calls you a poopyhead, because he knows that’s what we call him when he’s doing something he shouldn’t be.
Even my mom’s cockatoo, who isn’t capable of a lot of speech, seems to understand and recognize certain phrases we say to her, even if she doesn’t say them back. She does say “hi bird” and “bye bye” and she’s fully capable of using them in the proper context. If I don’t say bye bye to her before I leave my mom’s house she makes sure to yell it at me as I’m going out the door. She never says bye bye when I first enter the house, that’s always “hi bird”
And even birds like Joey, who have a nonexistent vocabulary, still love to be talked to. A lot of birds especially like when you speak loud because they also love to be loud. My dad has a naturally very loud voice and even though Joey would bite him given the chance he also loves if my dad stands nearby and talks to him.
There’s definitely a lot more info you can find online about this topic, this is really just a lot of examples of birds I know personally. Parrots are extremely intelligent, and until you’ve lived/worked with them it can be hard to grasp what that means In my opinion. People telling you “oh they’re so smart” will never prepare you for just how smart they are.
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Coming back for me
One big job and they'd be home free. High risk, yeah, but high reward, hello? A near-priceless lost art piece from before World War II in, if her informant was truthful, near-immaculate condition. Chloe even had a fence lined up.
That didn't mean it was going to be easy to convince her.
The orphanage didn't look so bad from the outside. Chloe was even a little impressed at the new TV inside, where kids of various ages sat on the floor in a semicircle with Paw Patrol reflected in their eyes. The rug they were on was nice. The white-sponge-painted walls decorated with colorful murals here and there were nice.
Meenu saw her from down the hall. The time between her blinking in shock, gasping, flashing a grin almost like an emoji and then barreling into Chloe's midsection was approximately two seconds.
"YOU CAME BACK!"
"Hey!"
Chloe pushed at the girl's shoulders, but Meenu had wrapped her arms around her midsection and grinned up at her. She'd been so loud a couple of the little kids looked away from the telly.
"You have a black eye," Chloe said, gritting her teeth. The child finally released her.
Meenu snorted, affecting a smug pose with her hands on her hips. "It's no big deal."
"Oh really?"
Chloe wanted to choke on her own spit. She wanted to pick the girl up and run for the gate. Right now.
Not an option though. India did not mess around with out-of-country adoption and was one of the toughest places to finagle the paperwork mess of it all. And maybe Chloe understood that, but not all of it.
As a single woman, she could adopt, provided her background check came back clean. Which. Well. Chloe hadn't done any jail time, at least. But she had wanted to chew her arm off after reading the rule against gay couples adopting.
"What happened, Meenu?"
"What, my new eyeshadow?" Meenu fluttered her eyelashes, grinning. "I was trying your signature look."
"Very funny," Chloe said. "On just your right eye?"
"I was interrupted midway through my influencer makeup routine."
Chloe would have deflected in the same way when she was that age. She bit her lip and squatted down, the hem of her vermilion kurta brushing the floor.
"Listen, I don't have a lot of time. What happened to--to everything? Your store? Where's your parrot?"
Meenu's face didn't break its grin. Chloe knew it was a mask. Breaking the facade would allow the floodgates to burst open.
She sighed.
"Kid, you don't have to smile."
"You think I want to cry in front of everyone?"
Meenu said it in a quick, quiet, snappy voice that belied her years. It ached that it reminded Chloe of Nadine when she refused to discuss a pain point she was probably overdue getting off her chest.
"'Right then," Chloe said. "What happened to your face?"
Silence.
Chloe, for her part, knew no amount of gentle or pointed questions would have gotten through to her when she was that age either. The gauze of the hurt wound around itself until it became armor, a tough spot that was also a sore spot.
She reached into the pockets of her dungarees and brought out Ganesh. The fabric of the kurta revealed him and the statuette caught Meenu's big, brown, sad eyes.
"Remember this?"
Meenu blinked several times at the elephant-headed god in her hands, then back at Chloe.
"You really wanted it, right?"
"Are you leaving me again?" Meenu shot back.
"What's all this then?" Chloe folded her arms, still squatting to meet Meenu's eyes. "Y'know that my father gave me that? It means a lot to me."
It looked like Meenu was realizing something.
"But I--"
"You know I'll be coming back for it," Chloe said, and stood up, her knees' lament finally having reached intolerable levels. "Take care of it for me, yeah?"
"Wait--miss--Chloe!"
Meenu's fist had closed over the little Ganesh and she had gripped Chloe's kurta with the other.
The girl was looking around them, as if making sure the little ones were engrossed in watching Marshall the Dalmatian save the day, and that the minder, an elderly woman with an inscrutable face watching them from a short distance, and the security by the doors wouldn't hear. She waved Chloe down again and whispered into her ear.
"They took BTS to a pet shop!"
Chloe took several points of psychic damage before connecting the dots. "Your bird--"
"Yes!" Meenu was frantic suddenly. Chloe was reminded of their first meeting, of how Meenu couldn't even let her go back then. "They have him in the window at the Woodstock Pet Shop in--"
"--is named after a K-Pop group--"
"--you have to get him out!'
Chloe blinked at the girl. Her mental to-do list of getting Meenu out of here and back home to Australia and its bulleted requirements was now straining under the weight of adding buy or, if Meenu's attitude is any sort of sign, possibly commit a pet store heist to rescue a small yellow-green parrot named BTS.
And that same to-do list had convince Nadine to join me in stealing back a famous painting from an alleged war criminal on it.
Chloe swallowed and put on a bright smile for the minder, whose glare could melt an American car right about now. The woman's sari was immaculate and she had gripped Meenu's arm above the elbow as a subtle sign of ending the visit.
"See you soon, kid!"
"Bye, Chloe!"
Meenu had tucked the Ganesh statue into her sleeve, Chloe saw as the minder led her away, back down the hall and around the corner.
Out on the street, finally exhaling, Chloe hunched over to look at her phone. Thank goodness that it seemed only one using-a-Charles-Schulz-comic-strip-character-without-license pet store appeared nearby as she panned around Google Maps with her finger.
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