These birds are smart! They dance to music, although their taste in music is questionable. They throw stuff around to make a mess. And I love the parakeet talking to himself as he tries to do I-don’t-know-what with a toy cannon.
Gotta wonder about some of the folks behind the camera, though.
Parrots are extremely intelligent, and fully capable of eccentricity. Imagine if they hand hands, like monkeys. Mama mia!
Here are some birds showing off loopy behavior that would never occur to any self-respecting hermit crab.
The parrot does not feel like listening to the dog barking. How can he make it stop? Well, that’s what you’ll find out in this video. We don’t get to see it from the dog’s point of view, though.
This parrot has learned to play an actual piece of music–Roskolnikov’s Interlude in F Minor, Opus 41… which some of you may remember as the theme music of “The Edie Pokeweed Show.” Mind you, I never said it was a good piece of music. But the parrot likes it.
The parrots in this video go out of their way to pester cats. Why? Do they have a death wish? Or do the birds and the cats have an understanding that’s way out of human reach? Go figure.
This is just a small sample of what’d happen to us if animals ever learned how to work together. We’d run out of dog treats, for starters.
I knew a cat who used to open the refrigerator for the dog and the other cat. My iguana was pretty good friends with him, but didn’t like cold chicken. Humans came home from work to find they didn’t have any supper.
At last! An actual use for those stupid face masks. One of them makes a very nice hammock for a parrot. All the bird needs is a nice cool glass of lemonade.
This is a very short video, so I’ll follow it up with something more substantial.
I once lived in a house where the cat figured out how to open the refrigerator, climb inside–without the door swinging shut after him! That would’ve been bad–and shovel out food for the dog waiting patiently on the floor below. One of my roommates lost quite a few suppers that way.
Here we have some very naughty birds doing the same thing.
It’s so easy to corrupt the morals of a dog.
I couldn’t resist this–a parrot singing You Are My Sunshine. My father used to sing this to me when I was a toddler having a bad night: pick me up, rock me, and sing this song. Never mind that he had to punch in at the Ford plant at 6:00 in the morning. His children always came first.
Better even than Gene Autry, Dad. And certainly better than this parrot, who is not to be blamed for his musical difficulties.