Still smiling about your parrot story, and here are a couple for you:
The neighborhood pharmacist where I grew up kept a parrot, who greeted him every morning with, “It’s about time you got here!” in a sarcastic tone of voice. One night a neighbor noticed smoke coming from the building. When the fire department quickly arrived and entered, they were stunned to have the parrot greet them with those same words. (The building had some damage; the parrot was fine.)
As I student in London, I frequented a club for overseas students. In the dining room, a huge corner was screened off to make a habitat for Max, a beautiful parrot who pretty much matched the description of your Skye. On weekend nights, the place was noisy and rowdy. When loud laughter broke out, Max would wait until it had completely died down, then do a lengthy, very maniacal laugh of his own. I think he enjoyed the new outbreak of laughter that he caused.
People would approach his habitat and ask, “Can you talk?” Most often, his answer was, “No. Can you fly?” This was something he said at other times, as well, but when it came out appropriately, it amazed and confounded people.
Every morning he perched on a pushed-in dining chair and had his breakfast from a place setting on the table – orange juice, toast with marmalade, and bacon.
