… do you find that even though your little winged friend can start a song, he may not be able to carry it through all the way?
I’ve been to a bunch of cockatiel sites on YouTube and watched and listened, but those cuties always get so far and then start over.
Without offending any of you, is that about as far as they can carry it in their memories?
Thanks
Q
Mine prefers to make random whistles and electronic voice-buzzing like a damaged Speak’nSpell. I cannot tell what is in his brain.
we had a cockatiel when I was a kid, and it picked up the Star Wars main theme. 'cept it would get stuck on one part and tweet it over and over and over and over.
Mine is tone deaf… and yes, has a limited memory for how long she’ll go into the song. I taught her the charge whistle…but she’s never quite gotten in right. She does however do a great job of yelling the dog’s name, imitating the microwave if I so much as open the fridge door for some water, sneezes, makes a horrible dying sparrow noise (NOT that I’ve ever heard such a sad thing, I’m just guessing)… among several other “tunes” that are just as short-lived.
I’ve always mean to leave the ipod station going on repeat with some cool phrase or another to see if she’ll learn it, but I’m much too lazy and unorganized. 
I probably didn’t phrase the OP as well as I should have, sorry.
Guess what I’m asking is, is it possible for a bird such as a Cockatiel to whistle the entire Andy Griffith theme on its own?
I don’t think so, because its capacity to remember isn’t long enough. (Layman’s guess! :))
Could he whistle it all the way through accompanying the theme (volume down) as a guide?
Again, probably not flawlessy, IMO.
But… who cares, right? I think them little fellers are just as cute as they can be, whatever they sing and/or say!
Quasi
I had a cockatiel named Bobby who would whistle ‘Dueling Banjos’ with me… I would start him off and he would mock me. We could do the whole song.
He was a very, very cool bird, lived 23 years. Begged for corn and Cheez-It crackers when he saw them. Called the dog. Barked at the mailman. I miss him.
We had a Cockatiel about 25 years ago, PapSett.
When we got “him”, we bought him “unsexed”, but pretty soon we saw he had dropped some eggs in the bottom of his cage, so we wondered if we should change his name from “Merlin” to “Merline”, but we figured that one time was an accident, so he stayed Merlin. and we just kinda overlooked it.
I mean, there wasn’t a tiny little “birdie closet” for him to come out of, or anything.
He was precious though: You could hold him in the palm of your hand, bring him up to your mouth, stick your tongue out, and he’d give it a little “French Peck”, and not hurt you one bit.
I once asked D, “How come you can’t do that shit?”
“Give me the Master Card”, she said, “and then just see what I can do!”
It was around that time I went bat shit, I think. 
Quasi