Throughout all my busy-ness, Sweetie, the Hahns Macaw, keeps her same routine. I can never seem to walk out the door on time in the morning. It's always a rush. It would be nice to one day be able to stroll to my car, but no. That's right, I run out the door as fast as I can without spilling my latte.
|Sweetie (Left) and Nikki (Right)|
"Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye."
Yes. Constantly whispers it over and over again dozens of times.
That is, until I walk out and shut the door. Then, she, as well as Nikki who decides to join in, switch their tone of voice.
"SQUAWK! SQUAWK! SQUAWK, SQUAWK! SQUAWK!"
Smart birds, but I don't know if they quite get the point of whispering.