Allee
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I have two talking Quakers, if they are awake, they are rattling on about something, in other words they seldom shut up and I never ask them too. If the Quakers are quiet, they are up to no good or plotting something evil. They talk to me, they talk to any human that will listen (most humans will freeze in place and listen intently when a parrot speaks directly to them, Quakers know this), they talk to the dogs, they talk to the wild birds, they talk to mirrors, they talk to their food....
Poppy is jealous of the Quakers' language skills. The Quakers try to teach her but it usually ends in frustration for Poppy and rude laughter from the Quakers. I feel bad for Poppy, I love her awkward speech and after all she's setting herself up for disappointment by trying to compete with such accomplished speakers.
Poppy was taught to scream by her former owners, we have been trying to undo their training with great success. We gave her other options, a piano and a guitar, she loves both and plays them daily. We get a little sick of her piano favorites, Mary Had A Little Lamb, No Place Like Home, The Wheels On The Bus, I think the dogs know the words to, Old McDonald. The Quakers sing along to any and all music.
Poppy has screaming relapses during hormone season but she has improved drastically. I think part of her success is simply peer pressure. When she flips her switch to wide open and lets out a jungle call that could give neighbors in a three mile radius a migraine or sudden heart failure, the Quakers feel an intervention is required. Sammy says, Stop It, or Stop It, Stop It, Stop It! Harry imitates a baby crying or a duck quacking or a Yorkie barking or if she's really irritated, a cat or a car alarm. Nine out of ten times, the Quakers' intervention is successful after Poppy's first yell.
Poppy is a good natured girl, she has learned to entertain herself rather than sit on her perch and scream. She still loves noise and sings to herself (and everyone else) a lot. I made up a bedtime song for her and she sings her own versions as she makes them up. She refers to herself as Pidey (my fault) or Pie (her fault, she came up with that one on her own).
All day today she has been saying Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop, and what sounds like, Fry Pie. I have no idea where the Bop Bop came from and I have no clue what she's trying to convey with, 'Fry Pie', is she ordering a fried pie or does she think she deserves to be fried or maybe she means, Fly Pie? I like the last one and I admit I have said, 'Fly Poppy', a lot recently.
A favorite snack toy and a little guitar music
Poppy is jealous of the Quakers' language skills. The Quakers try to teach her but it usually ends in frustration for Poppy and rude laughter from the Quakers. I feel bad for Poppy, I love her awkward speech and after all she's setting herself up for disappointment by trying to compete with such accomplished speakers.
Poppy was taught to scream by her former owners, we have been trying to undo their training with great success. We gave her other options, a piano and a guitar, she loves both and plays them daily. We get a little sick of her piano favorites, Mary Had A Little Lamb, No Place Like Home, The Wheels On The Bus, I think the dogs know the words to, Old McDonald. The Quakers sing along to any and all music.
Poppy has screaming relapses during hormone season but she has improved drastically. I think part of her success is simply peer pressure. When she flips her switch to wide open and lets out a jungle call that could give neighbors in a three mile radius a migraine or sudden heart failure, the Quakers feel an intervention is required. Sammy says, Stop It, or Stop It, Stop It, Stop It! Harry imitates a baby crying or a duck quacking or a Yorkie barking or if she's really irritated, a cat or a car alarm. Nine out of ten times, the Quakers' intervention is successful after Poppy's first yell.
Poppy is a good natured girl, she has learned to entertain herself rather than sit on her perch and scream. She still loves noise and sings to herself (and everyone else) a lot. I made up a bedtime song for her and she sings her own versions as she makes them up. She refers to herself as Pidey (my fault) or Pie (her fault, she came up with that one on her own).
All day today she has been saying Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop, and what sounds like, Fry Pie. I have no idea where the Bop Bop came from and I have no clue what she's trying to convey with, 'Fry Pie', is she ordering a fried pie or does she think she deserves to be fried or maybe she means, Fly Pie? I like the last one and I admit I have said, 'Fly Poppy', a lot recently.
A favorite snack toy and a little guitar music