Re: Language!
Re: Language!
Re: Language!
Re: Language!
Re: Language!
The garden centre, near where we lived in Bournville, used to have a parrot and I always used to take the children there to see the parrot and they always ended up laughing their heads off at that bird. You'd walk up to the cage and he'd cock his head on one side and say (in a parroty voice - quite high pitched as well) 'heeelllloooo, how are you'. The parrot always used to talk about someone called Jane wanting to know where the keys are then it would look at you and say 'have you got the keys' - funny to listen to. Goodness knows what conversations it had listened toRe: Language!
The lovely girl who cuts my hair has two African Greys, and one of them imitates the telephone perfectly, and he also keeps calling their poor dog!
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