See subject. And a summary, if possible?
It’s kind of magical somehow.
Sounds a bit like Romanian, impeded by the lack of teeth. But my guess is it’s a south Italian dialect. Neapolitan, Calabrian, Sicilian…
Portuguese.
Come here, come here.
He is usually in my balcony, he comes through the window.
Talks to the bird.
Have some, enjoy some (about the liquid in the flower thing)
He loves this machine.
Look he sits on my finger.
Repeats himself about how you should watch this bird.
Bird leaves.
It is very sweet.
Note that hummingbirds are found only in the new world. My guess is that this is from Brazil.
That is a really big humming bird. Much bigger than the ones that I see in southern California.
Looks like it could be this one.
Colibri is our resident expert, and should soon be along to enlighten.
Does it matter? Clearly the humming bird still hasn’t learned the words.
The man is speaking Brazilian Portuguese, probably near Rio de Janeiro.
He sounds exactly like one of my wife’s cousins talking.
Here is what he is saying (more or less):
I believe it is a pidgin language.
Oops… I was at work when I answered and was hasty.
He’s from somewhere nearer São Paulo than Rio…you can hear it in his R’s (“pertinho”), at least I’m certain he isn’t from Rio.
It’s not garbled at all—his Portuguese is very clear…that’s just the way the language sounds. I love Brazilian Portuguese.
Yeah, not Rio. I’d guess somewhere central, possibly Goiás. The accent doesn’t sound far (to my ear) from my wife’s.
Oh, come on, jnglmassiv, it makes no sense to speak pigeon to a hummingbird, they do not understand it.
Guess not… Barretos, reportedly, northwest of São Paulo. minor7flat5 was correct.
What language would you speak to the canaries in the Canary Islands?
Budgerian?
From Wiki:
Trinidad and Tobago is known as “The land of the hummingbird,” and a hummingbird can be seen on that nation’s coat of arms and 1-cent coin as well as its national airline, Caribbean Airlines.
They’re everywhere. There’s googols of them. OH, they’re climbing up m’leg. I can see ‘em peepin’ out of me wife’s blouse. Why doesn’t Mr. Maudlin do something before it’s too late? Oh, God!