My grandpa always had mynah birds. They weren’t as pretty as that one-- his just looked like little beady-eyed crows. But man, could they talk! One of them would put on his petulant child voice and say “I wanna hambooger” exactly like my cousin. They also did a great imitation of Grandma with her various grandma-isms.
I loves talking birds–now I have a whole new youtube them to explore!
Thanks, that was fun to watch. In my early 20s I worked at a mom & pop petshop. I loved that place. We had a Myna bird who had been taught by some local teens to say: “Smoke a joint, smoke a joint.” It was always fun to watch the reactions of our customers. We also had a Yellow Headed Amazon named Max. He was my bud. I’d often do my work with him on my shoulder. I’d put a towel draped over my shirt for when he pooped. He’d would say, “Oops poo poo, say sorry,” when he went because that’s what I would say to him. When I would open up shop in the mornings, as soon as he heard the key in the door, he’d would tell me “Hello” and start wolf-whistling until I let him out. I miss him, he was such a character.