Given how Skittles has behaved when I've injured myself and when I've been depressed it is clear that not only are they capable of emotion, but are also capable of sensing ours. Just like dogs can sense fear, I think parrots can sense the bond.
It repeatedly amazes me how sensitive these little "wild" creatures, not even mammals, are to human emotion.
My two little, not-exactly-tame, petstore baby budgies will pretend to be tame little adults and sit quietly with me when I'm feeling really sad, for however long it takes for me to compose myself and feel better.
However, the Budgies have had fewer opportunities to express their compassion since I brought home my little Sunny Princess. She responds to any signs of sadness from me by breaking out all her Monkeybird Skills and demanding my attention until I forget to be sad. (Also, until I forget to seek consolation from the Budgies.)
Now I could think some of this was imagination. BUT. The budgies were originally supposed to watch TV with me. They seemed to enjoy it... Kind of.. except when they didn't. I mostly block their view of the TV now, because they have greatly abused their VETO power. Basically any time any person on TV seemed upset or unhappy, they got very distressed, and would escalate until I changed the show. They are just so completely aware of human emotions. (But why?)
And Sunny, my cheerful shrieking little girl. I wanted to Target-train her but I'm struggling. Because she only wants to play "Touch" when she's too full for treats. She takes her seed or sweet, bites it and drops it. My happy little girl just wants me to tell her she's Smart. Smart and Beautiful and Talented; whatever Praise I can think up to tell her. That's the only thing that motivated her to learn to "step up." She will step up and stand there and wobble, & flap her wings for balance, as long as she can get some PRAISE.
But WHY should this even be?? Why should a little yellow birdie, whose not-distant ancestors were completely wild, why should she care for human praise & admiration?
Oh and then. About a week ago I awoke with a headache. In the mirror I saw my face wearing that puffy-faced have-a-headache look. And when I answered Sunny's morning summons, she backed away from me. Almost like, maybe, she wasn't quite certain of me? (And, she returned to normal about the time the coffee & Tylenol started working.)
So she knows me in all my different clothes.
But a headache turns me into a stranger.