Nearly three years ago, we decided to get an Eclectus parrot. We had checked out all sorts of parrot possibilities and arrived at this breed as a good idea. The big thing was they are quiet birds who are not inherently noisy…
It didn’t take long for Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore to settle into his new surrounds, learn to talk, sneeze, laugh and say “WHATZZZUUUUUPPPP!” Once he figured out car horns and squawking, it occurred to us that he was NOT a “quiet apartment bird”… This was a bummer for me who sports sensitive ears.
Further research provided me with a choice bit of information: Electus parrots are quite noisy if they are HAPPY. Of course, mine is a happy home and I now have the world’s happiest bird apparently.
I can relate this to my ghost hunting evidence in that listening for EVPs is quite dicey when birds get involved. It’s a little difficult to hear anything of consequence over the conversations of a couple of HAPPY birds. (Yes, I have another parrot, an African Grey – Alexander the Grey.) Fortunately, the evil lovebird, Agapornis Rosicolis doesn’t chime in with them too often. Rosie or Peachy doesn’t associate with the larger roommates – good thing or the big guys would be short a few toes.
This is just a bit of a rant – though I wouldn’t alter the situation, I still get a charge out of complaining about it. After all, it is kinda funny…
Eat Cookies,
Tj
