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Post by ukcstokie on Apr 23, 2015 0:08:03 GMT
I'm in my 26th year with my Mayers parrot.
Very affectionate with me (been with me much longer than the Mrs or the kids - and she hates them).
She's seen off a fair few cats too (they always try but a few nips to the tail and nose and they learn).
Still a couple of decades to go with her (the parrot that is!)
Anyone else out there with a parrot?
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Post by Billybigbollox on Apr 23, 2015 11:17:11 GMT
My brother used to have some sort of African Grey Parrot called Charlie in the 1980's. It had a very limited vocabulary which consisted of 'Hello Charlie' and 'Fuck the Vicar'.
He was never going to earn anyone a living on BGT. He squawked all day long when you weren't in the room with him. Noisy bugger.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2015 11:41:11 GMT
I don't have one myself , but there are quite a few on the books along with several aviaries .
Most swear and are very quirky but intelligent pets .....more intelligent than most women in my experience.
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Post by 4evastoke on Apr 23, 2015 13:13:25 GMT
I have a African grey called Arnie guess what he got that name, we've had him from a baby he's coming up to his first hatch day. I think it's a male because he burps and farts a lot  |
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Post by elystokie on Apr 23, 2015 16:03:31 GMT
My brother used to have some sort of African Grey Parrot called Charlie in the 1980's. It had a very limited vocabulary which consisted of 'Hello Charlie' and 'Fuck the Vicar'. He was never going to earn anyone a living on BGT. He squawked all day long when you weren't in the room with him. Noisy bugger. We had an African Grey given to us when we lived in Pompey, complete with cage. I had immediate concerns when they put the cardboard container thing down and it used it's beak to break out of the bloody thing, the bloke put it in it's cage and said 'you can stroke it if you like' so I did and the fucker bit me, so I rapped it on the beak with my knuckle. I don't know why but it really took to me after that, it would squawk until it felt I'd stroked it enough but would rarely let the wife anywhere near it, she bought it every conceivable parrot treat known to man and it would just chuck 'em across it's cage. In the evenings, the wife was out working a lot of the time and once the kids were in bed it was just the parrot and me, if I went upstairs to use the computer it would squawk for about 20 minutes until it thought I'd gone out, if I went downstairs to make a cup of tea it would start the squawking all over again, I ended up taking a flask upstairs, it was less hassle. We ended up getting rid of it, too much of a pain in the arse, it did used to mimic my car's beep, the house phone, the mobiles, the wife calling the kids for dinner, would say 'hello' and probably a few other things I've forgotten. Wife met the couple that had it off us in town a few months after they had it, when she asked how it was they said it was fine but 'doesn't it swear a lot' (whistle) I spent ages trying to teach it Delilah and We'll Be With You but to no avail, had it shown a bit of promise in that direction we'd probably still have it now. |
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Post by Billybigbollox on Apr 23, 2015 16:51:20 GMT
My brother used to have some sort of African Grey Parrot called Charlie in the 1980's. It had a very limited vocabulary which consisted of 'Hello Charlie' and 'Fuck the Vicar'. He was never going to earn anyone a living on BGT. He squawked all day long when you weren't in the room with him. Noisy bugger. We had an African Grey given to us when we lived in Pompey, complete with cage. I had immediate concerns when they put the cardboard container thing down and it used it's beak to break out of the bloody thing, the bloke put it in it's cage and said 'you can stroke it if you like' so I did and the fucker bit me, so I rapped it on the beak with my knuckle. I don't know why but it really took to me after that, it would squawk until it felt I'd stroked it enough but would rarely let the wife anywhere near it, she bought it every conceivable parrot treat known to man and it would just chuck 'em across it's cage. In the evenings, the wife was out working a lot of the time and once the kids were in bed it was just the parrot and me, if I went upstairs to use the computer it would squawk for about 20 minutes until it thought I'd gone out, if I went downstairs to make a cup of tea it would start the squawking all over again, I ended up taking a flask upstairs, it was less hassle. We ended up getting rid of it, too much of a pain in the arse, it did used to mimic my car's beep, the house phone, the mobiles, the wife calling the kids for dinner, would say 'hello' and probably a few other things I've forgotten. Wife met the couple that had it off us in town a few months after they had it, when she asked how it was they said it was fine but 'doesn't it swear a lot'  I spent ages trying to teach it Delilah and We'll Be With You but to no avail, had it shown a bit of promise in that direction we'd probably still have it now. Sounds a bIt like our Charlie, he used to imitate the phone and it was in the days of those soft tone brrrrr brrrrrr phones. He was a nasty bastard too when he felt like it, but he loved my brother and my mum who I suppose spent the most time with him. I think my brother sold him when he got married as his new wife couldn't put up with the squawking But he went to a good home and he kept in touch with the new owners for years. It was enough to put me off having one though. |
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Post by harryburrows on Apr 23, 2015 16:57:33 GMT
I have a Norwegian blue , he's not very chatty
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Post by Billybigbollox on Apr 23, 2015 17:52:12 GMT
I have a Norwegian blue , he's not very chatty Maybe he's resting Harry.  |
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