Saturday, March 2, 2013 10:57:22 PM
My friends upstairs neighbor had a parrot that would whistle and cat call any pretty girl that walked under the window. & then the granddad of the family died. The parrot never made another sound. Grief stricken probably.
Saturday, March 2, 2013 2:18:56 PM
My dad grew up on a plantation in Guatemala, and would often come running to his mother's call of "Ji-i-i-i-i-mmy!" -only to find the parrot on the porch had called him in Mom`s voice, and was "laughing" his tail feathers off at him.