Allee
Well-known member
At the risk of admitting I'm a quaker snob, I can't resist bragging about my little geniuses. (Yes Poppy, I'm also partial to Toos)
I talk with my quakers every day and they are seldom without words, they talk to me, each other, the dogs, their perches, toys, food. Needless to say, they have raised their own bar.
Since Baby Wilson joined our flock there is a new level of competition between quakers. When the quakers talk the rest of us just try to keep up.
A conversation between Harry, Sammy, and Wilson. Sammy calls every treat, "cookie". He likes the word. I was handing out walnut pieces.
Sammy: Cookie!
Harry: Thank you! Wolf whistles!
Wilson: You're welcome!
Sammy: You are a good, good, sweetheart! Yum yum yummm!
Wilson: You're welcome! You're welcome! You're welcome! (He can't say thank you yet.)
Another overheard observation.
Sammy: You are a monkey! (He's heard me say, you are a little monkey. Sammy drops words he can't say)
No replies
Sammy: You are a monkey!
Wilson: Be a good boy! (Harry taught him that one)
Sammy: You are a monkey!
Sammy: Who said that?
My favorite conversations take place in the evening when I say goodnight to the flock and cover their cages.
Sammy: Nite Nite! Peek-A-Boo
Poppy: Bidey Bye Pidey Pie! (As I'm moving her to her room)
Harry: C'mere! C'mere! C'mere!
Sammy: Kissy noises, Gimme' gimme' gimme a kiss! Good night, Sweetheart!
Harry: Tickle, tickle, tickle Harry! Peek-A-Boo!
Sammy's newest: Good night, precious!
All of us sing, "You are my sunshine," our own versions, except for the dogs, they sometimes cover their ears. Can't blame them.
I talk with my quakers every day and they are seldom without words, they talk to me, each other, the dogs, their perches, toys, food. Needless to say, they have raised their own bar.
Since Baby Wilson joined our flock there is a new level of competition between quakers. When the quakers talk the rest of us just try to keep up.
A conversation between Harry, Sammy, and Wilson. Sammy calls every treat, "cookie". He likes the word. I was handing out walnut pieces.
Sammy: Cookie!
Harry: Thank you! Wolf whistles!
Wilson: You're welcome!
Sammy: You are a good, good, sweetheart! Yum yum yummm!
Wilson: You're welcome! You're welcome! You're welcome! (He can't say thank you yet.)
Another overheard observation.
Sammy: You are a monkey! (He's heard me say, you are a little monkey. Sammy drops words he can't say)
No replies
Sammy: You are a monkey!
Wilson: Be a good boy! (Harry taught him that one)
Sammy: You are a monkey!
Sammy: Who said that?
My favorite conversations take place in the evening when I say goodnight to the flock and cover their cages.
Sammy: Nite Nite! Peek-A-Boo
Poppy: Bidey Bye Pidey Pie! (As I'm moving her to her room)
Harry: C'mere! C'mere! C'mere!
Sammy: Kissy noises, Gimme' gimme' gimme a kiss! Good night, Sweetheart!
Harry: Tickle, tickle, tickle Harry! Peek-A-Boo!
Sammy's newest: Good night, precious!
All of us sing, "You are my sunshine," our own versions, except for the dogs, they sometimes cover their ears. Can't blame them.