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Aurora a/k/a Gorgeous is a 10 year-old, male dusky pionus. Not a great talker, he says only two phrases: "Hi, Gorgeous," and "What ya doin', Gorgeous?" He also has a variety of whistles in his repertoire. He thinks Pandora is a brat, but they do get pretty good whistlethons going. He loves head skritches, especially from Dad, but is not a big cuddler.
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Wanna Party? Pandora is an 8 year-old, female black-headed caique. She's also affectionately known as Cutie-Pie and Bat Baby. Like most of her species, she's very acrobatic and loves to play. She's quite a whistler ...unfortunately tone deaf! And, she does talk some. "Hi Cutie," "What ya doin'?" and "What's the racket? What's the racket?"
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And, "Heeere's… Boca! A 6- year-old, male, Timneh African Grey. He started practicing when he was about 7 months old and now is quite an accomplished talker. Among his phrases: "Good morning," "You ready for breakfast?," You wanna go to work with me tomorrow?," and "You're an awesome dude!" He also admonishes Dora: "Quiet! You're a nut! Put a sock in it!" He loves to play but loves his head skritches, too! He may have looked a bit like a bumble bee to start with, but he sure has turned into a handsome fellow!
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No, you're not seeing double! This is Nila, a 5 year old, female dusky pi. She joined our flock in March, '04. And, what a sweet heart she is! No human vocalizations, but lots of pi calls. She still makes the distinctive pionus begging cry (sounds a bit like a sheep bleat.) Loves nothing better than to lean into my neck and get lots of head skritches - and I get the added benefit of being able to bury my nose in her feathers and enjoy her heady aroma.
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Last, but definitely not least! Scruffy, the quaker! Poor baby fell out of his nest in Tampa during a tropical depression in June of '05. By the time I made the 2 hour drive to get him, he was pretty chilled and I was afraid he wasn't going to make it. He was just starting to pin at the time, and as a result his feathers grew in loaded with stress bars (and actual gaps,) which led to his name. Another bird was just what I needed (NOT!) but he quickly wormed his way into Dad's heart and became a keeper. He's never been clipped and is an accomplished flyer. Also tells me he's a good baby and asks for nice kisses!
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