Talk in context.

[Birdman666]

Every night 5 minutes before 10:00 p.m. Tusk says "Time for bed."

Bedtime is 10:00...

I honestly don't know how he knows, but he knows...

 

[jbail1026]

Napes are fun. We had a foster nape for about a year. Husband's bird, couple divorced. Didn't have suitable living arrangements for the bird, PLUS the bird nagged constantly in the wife's voice...

BOB! TAKE OUT THE TRASH!

SHUTUP BOB!

BOB! BOB! BOB!

BOB! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!

The bird's name was Pico, but we called him "Bob."

Anyway, guess where we placed him...

The real owner, Bob, missed his bird... he got back on his feet, and they were reunited. YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THAT BIRD'S FACE LIGHT UP WHEN HIS FORMER OWNER WALKED IN THE ROOM! There was absolutely no way I could say no to giving him back the bird, it was obvious how bonded they both were.

Great story! Bob and Bob. George and my dad are BFFs like that. He definitely has his favorite. George calls for my dad in my mom's voice, "Hey Jim!". He also calls for my brother, but never me because my mom knew I wasn't as helpful as the others in the house and never yelled my name. Dad felt sorry for me and taught George to say "Jami", but he says it in the low slow voice - like a creepy dirge or something.

George also likes to prove me wrong. When we have people over and they hang out by the cage trying to get G to talk, I'll tell them that he won't say anything because they're standing right there looking at him and he mostly talks when he's trying to get your attention...that's the exact point when George will look me in the eye, look at the new person and say, "Hi, how are yooooou?"

He knows.

 

[JerseyWendy]

Tusk once played a practical joke on my daughter, and used my "angry voice" and told her "Sarah, get your butt down here NOW!"

Sarah comes out of the bathroom dripping wet, wrapped up in a towel...

"Dad, what, I'm trying to take a shower."

"Wasn't me."

Tusk had a big ol' birdie grin on his face... GOTCHA!

We've also learned to look at his face before running to answer the doorbell...

That's hysterical!!!

I have a bathroom story, too.

This took place several years ago.

I'm going potty, and I hear my youngest son calling "MOM". I stay quiet, afterall, I AM on the throne. A few seconds later "MOOOM!" So I reply: "Mark, I'm on the toilet, give me a minute." Within a few seconds "MOOOOM!!!" So I rip the door open (while still having my butt planted on the porcelain), and holler "Mark, what do you want, I'm IN the bathroom, can you just give me a minute?" I was barely done yelling that when the front door swung open, and Mark came inside from the great outdoors. :54:

 

[Birdman666]

Ha! GOTCHA!!!

MOOOOOM WHATCHADOIN WITH YER PANTS AROUND YER ANKLES?

 

[LoryLover]

Every night 5 minutes before 10:00 p.m. Tusk says "Time for bed."

Bedtime is 10:00...

I honestly don't know how he knows, but he knows...

When I was a kid, we had a bunch of banty chickens that roamed our property freely. My dad always got home from work at 5:30pm and the first thing he did was unlock the door to his shop, and feed the chickens.

The chickens were always all gathered around the steps to the shop at about 5:10 or so, waiting for dad to get home.