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nightingaletrash:robotslenderman: poetfish: laptopcoffee: thebibliosphere: thantos1991: prosthetical: pati79: nuttyrabbit: outragedbird: theofficialvincenzo: countess7: buggery-approved: whatswrongwithblue: toshio-the-starman: onyx-san: siddharthasmama: angel-with-a-flower-crown: maggiemunkee: ultrafacts: Source If you want more facts, follow Ultrafacts I read an anecdote from someone whose African Grey didn’t particularly get along with her Amazon parrot, Paco. One night she was preparing cornish hens for dinner, while the grey hung out with her in the kitchen. He got a closer look at one of the hens, looked his mama dead in the eyes and asked, “Paco?” Then he laughed. that is one sadistic bird I am slightly afraid now. I love birds? African Grey Parrots are one of the smartest birds, and seems they can be known to play “jokes” or “pranks” on their owners or any visitors. I was visiting a friend of the family one time and I was just casually watching tv when I thought I heard the water running. I go into the kitchen but everything’s fine. the parrot looks at me and says “gotcha”. Parrots are awesome. I have an African Grey named Loki and he lives up to his name. He likes to scream and mimic the sounds of things falling off the shelf and when we run into the room to see what’s happening he says “The cat did it! Bad Sammy!” and laughs. Whenever he gets mad at me he flies away from me, but since he can’t fly very well, he always crash lands. And the first thing he says when I go to pick him up, without fail, is always “You need to vacuum,” in a very bitter grumble. Loki likes to call our cat to him. He’ll sit there for minutes saying “here kitty kitty kitty.” The cat will come, walk up to the bird, get bit and then Loki will laugh as the cat screams and runs away. This goes on for hours. If it’s late at night and he’s tired, but I’m still up with the lights on, he’ll say “Loki go night night.” It’s starts of in a normal tone and then gets louder and louder until he’s screaming “LOKI GO NIGHT NIGHT!” If he sees my dad fall asleep, he screams like a little girl to scare my dad awake. And then laughs. He’s kind of perfected that evil laugh. But the best one was when I brought home the man who has since become my ex for the first time, Loki looked him dead in the eyes and said “I’m going to bite you.” My parrot was the first one to see what a bad person my ex. He was smarter than us all. Parrots are people. @oneshortdamnfuse African Greys are like the greatest animal on the planet When I was a kid, we had a rescued african grey called Dodi, and once I was arguing with my mum about my bed time, and the parrot (who had some very foul mouthed previous owners) just shouted at me “for fuck sake go to bed!” also whenever we hoovered he’d call us “yoooou dusty cunts” best thing was he had a scottish accent Reblogging for Scottish swearing parrot I almost died choked with a piece of cake because of the last one. @farragoofwires @thebibliosphere Was the parrot rescued from a hairdresser in Glasgow? Cause if so I think I knew the original owners lmao. My dad would go in to this place to get his haircut and this woman had an African Grey in her salon (she had to give him up, forget why), and without fail it’d say “who’s a pretty boy then” to everyone or anyone who sat down. Except my dad. Just silence, stone cold silence. Every time. And then one time when dad was finishing up and she was showing my dad the back of his hair in the mirror my dad turned to the parrot and said “What do you think?” And this fucking bird man, this bird just bobbed towards him and said in the most serious voice “face like a smacked arse” and flew off laughing. The hairdresser was MORTIFIED but my dad laughed so hard he almost peed himself and doubled her tip. Fucking parrots man. Specifically African Greys. Fucking amazing. There are more good tales in the notes, btw I had a friend who had a macaw. They don’t (generally, every breed has exceptions) pick up words quite as quickly or abundantly, but they are just as sassy with what they have. She laughs when she thinks she’s gotten away with something sneaky and mutters “aw shit” when she knows she’s in trouble. She’s also insistent about when you need to go tf to bed and when you need to go tf away. If someone is leaving, they get a cheerful “goodbye”–and if she’s tired of someone, she will insist “goodbye” in increasingly annoyed tones until either she’s yelling it or you gtfo. Same for “goodnight.” She’s also picked up conjugation. “Good bird/pretty bird” was taught to her. “Good me/pretty me” she figured out on her own. When I was growing up, our priest had a macaw named Bishop who was basically the parish pet. He spent a lot of time outside on his jungle gym, but his cage was in the office. And Bishop was a prankster. His favorite thing was to yell “FATHER” or “MARGE” (the secretary) very urgently depending on who was in the back to make his chosen target come running–only to realize it was just a mischievous parrot, and they were not in fact required to address some emergency. Birds are amazing. My mother had a budgie as a child, who once told a priest to bugger off. We have a cockatiel at work who says ‘hello babe’ and makes goat noises. They’re convincing enough that if someone calls you when you’re in the aviary, they think you’re in the barn. -- source link