This is Joey. Joey is a quaker parrot, oddly enough. When I think of “parrots”, I always think of macaws.. you know… large birds. But this one is quite small, about the size of a cockateil.
Joey’s been slow to learn words, but after two years, he’s acquired a few, like “Joey” (must be said in a tone that reflects the sentiment, “What terrible thing have you been doing?”) and “step up” (meaning he should be climbing up onto a person’s finger, but he ignores that part).
He also makes “tsk” sounds, gives me little beak kisses (sometimes lunges at my nose, which hurts, thank you) and chatters something unrecognizable ocassionally.
I’ve been trying to teach Joey to say, “Here, kitty kitty”, although we have no cat. I also have tried to teach him to make a bomb explosion sound, for no apparent reason other than I saw another bird do it on t.v. 🙂 So far, no luck.
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You DO NOT own a parrot!!!! I LOVE HIM!!! And, I love his name! He’s so gorj!!!
Yes, I do! See? 🙂 Used to own a macaw, but it liked to toss really large nuts all over the floor. It was a huge mess. He is in a very nice home now.
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wait. a quaker parrot? does he attend services where no one speaks unless they are possessed by god? or is that shaker i forget?
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He often does not leave the house for services, to the best of my knowledge. 🙂
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He has also avoided the draft . . . at least, so far.
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true that.
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pretty bird
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Thanks! I try to get him to say that, too, but he doesn’t yet. 🙂
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