I’ve always loved parakeets, although I’ve never had one. But most of them, when they talk, sound like a radio program in a foreign language.
Bobby Bird, who lived across the street from my family, used to go bonkers over small hand mirrors. He could keep it up for hours, berating his reflection.
Here’s a parakeet parading around atop the kitchen table (can I use back-to-back prepositions?). I believe he’s practicing to deliver the next State of the Union speech. He is returned to his cage before he can damage national security.
Does this bird have a death wish–or does he know, somehow, that the cat won’t hurt him? Try this outdoors and it’s bye-bye birdie. But in the human home… animals learn to be more than they thought they could be.
The cool thing about this parakeet is that he’s able to mimic different human voices. Okay, his diction isn’t exactly Oxford, but subtitles can take care of that. Parakeets do have a lot of personality; anything they learn to say is just a bonus.
I love parakeets, they’ve got so much go to ’em. Here’s one who’s appointed himself the cat’s wake-up call. Is a bird really supposed to get away with this? It doesn’t look like the cat minds too much.
Parakeets have always given me the impression that they are characters who’ll try anything. I don’t think this cat sees it that way. In fact, I’m not entirely sure he pays attention to anything. Has the bird hypnotized him?
Well, pretty much everybody–dog, parakeet, and four baby bunnies. And I don’t think they did much sleeping.
It’s a peaceable kingdom–thank you, domestication. No one gets eaten, no one gets bitten. I’ll be some time trying to figure out the parakeet’s agenda here.
I think the dog would like to take a nap. The parakeet won’t let him. Yeesh, he even sticks his head inside the dog’s mouth! Would you do that, if you were a bird?
A human breaks it up–guess she got a little nervous.
It’s sort of like The Corsican Brothers, only with feathers.
These, we are told, are Indian ringneck parakeets. They’re pretty articulate for parakeets. The most talkative parakeet I ever knew could only say “Bobby-bird!” (his name) and “Bobby is a jobby” (don’t ask). But they do have lots of personality.
I love these little birds, they’ve got so much personality. You can even get one to be friends with your cat, although I don’t think I’d care to trust a cat that far. Our cats never bothered our pet mice, but boy, did they ever want to eat our little fence lizards!
But of course the parakeet can always fly away from danger.