30 September 2013
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R. Linda:
How is it then, you go out and buy a talking parrot, bring it home, it seems to like its new place and then suddenly it throws a tirade of abuse in your direction? What do you do? Do you open a window and hope it flies out? Do you wave a broom at it to threaten it? Or, do you stand in front of it and curse it curse for curse?
Well, a lovely couple in Bristol, England had this very conundrum. It seemed for unknown reasons they desired to own an African Grey Parrot. They found one named Basil of all names (that should have told them something straight off), that formerly resided in the Vale of Glamorgan, Wales, just across the water from Bristol! So off they go, they like what they see and home to Bristol goes Basil.
The previous owners did mention that Basil knew a few curse words, only a few but he was well behaved he was and such a pretty boy too! They were sure he'd settled down nicely in his new home. Well, one would hope wouldn't one? First up was the wife one Sarah, who upon saying hello to her new addition was taken aback when Basil told her to "F*ck off!" in a Welsh accent no less. I'm sure Sarah stood there blinking for a moment, not sure she heard right, but oh yes she heard right she did.
As she took a step back, her brow furrowed in consternation, birdie Basil let it rip with a string of bad language that was more than just a "few" curse words, "arsehole" and "bastard" being at the top of his impressive list! Was he showing off his "stuff"? You betcha! That bird had a command of English curse words to rival . . . Michael McIntyre, albeit with a Welsh accent, but all the same, he knew how to swear like a pirate and accent or no he was clearly understood.
No, no, the change of venue did nothing but enhance Basil's vocabulary. What to do? Somehow, while Basil's cage was being cleaned the potty mouth parrot made his escape through an open window. Now if it was me wife, I would be suspicious the window wasn't left open accidentally on purpose, but that's not the case here -- the new owners said. If the bird was mine, I'd be closing that window and sitting down to me paper and tea like I never owned a swearing parrot nor had ever seen one in me life, I would. But well, the softhearted new owners had only been subject to Basil's abuse for a short four days, so off they went looking for the cursing escapee.
They even went as far as to put up posters of his bad self until three days later they found him at a veterinarian's. The staff there said he was given over by a person who probably was just as amazed as his new owners when Basil called him names (which we will leave to your imagination) and in his amazement speedily took Basil to a local clinic to unload him. Once there the staff said, right off birdie Basil introduced them to his illustrious use of words. Mandy Stone, the manager said, "He kept calling the nurses tossers and there were a few other phrases he used that I won't repeat. It was quite shocking. He was very quiet and shy for the first day, but then all of a sudden he started talking and rather surprised us with his adult vocabulary. He also whistled the McDonald's tune and he danced for us when we asked him to, so we forgave his bad manners."
Sounds familiar to me, when Guido started that testing phase of learning curse words in pre-school, and came home to try them out we were quite a bit amazed ourselves. When something didn't go his way, he stood right up and called his mother and meself, "bleedin' wankers" we did react, but he came back from his delegated "think about your language mister" room and danced the Pugwash tune and made us laugh and all was forgiven.
Anyway, Sarah was beet red at hearing this. Yes, how embarrassing is that? I ask ya! She told the staff "sorry" and took Basil home she did. She surmised that when left on his own for three days, without human contact, Basil gets quite a bit angry. Thus, I be surmising the language gets quite a bit more colourful as a result. I am sure Basil has recuperated beautifully after his ordeal. I'm not so sure about his new owners, and I be quite certain the staff at the veterinary clinic haven't forgotten Mr. Potty Mouth.
When I told our Captain Jaack of this, thinking it was an amusing little tidbit of a story, his reaction quite stunned me when he asked, "Is the bird for sale?"
For the sake of your ears and integrity, I post this picture as a warning. DO NOT buy an African Grey Parrot! They are exceptionally quick learners and accent or no, they pick up curse words in particular with the ease of the Oracle skimming passed team New Zealand on a windy day.
Gabe
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R. Linda:
How is it then, you go out and buy a talking parrot, bring it home, it seems to like its new place and then suddenly it throws a tirade of abuse in your direction? What do you do? Do you open a window and hope it flies out? Do you wave a broom at it to threaten it? Or, do you stand in front of it and curse it curse for curse?
Well, a lovely couple in Bristol, England had this very conundrum. It seemed for unknown reasons they desired to own an African Grey Parrot. They found one named Basil of all names (that should have told them something straight off), that formerly resided in the Vale of Glamorgan, Wales, just across the water from Bristol! So off they go, they like what they see and home to Bristol goes Basil.
The previous owners did mention that Basil knew a few curse words, only a few but he was well behaved he was and such a pretty boy too! They were sure he'd settled down nicely in his new home. Well, one would hope wouldn't one? First up was the wife one Sarah, who upon saying hello to her new addition was taken aback when Basil told her to "F*ck off!" in a Welsh accent no less. I'm sure Sarah stood there blinking for a moment, not sure she heard right, but oh yes she heard right she did.
As she took a step back, her brow furrowed in consternation, birdie Basil let it rip with a string of bad language that was more than just a "few" curse words, "arsehole" and "bastard" being at the top of his impressive list! Was he showing off his "stuff"? You betcha! That bird had a command of English curse words to rival . . . Michael McIntyre, albeit with a Welsh accent, but all the same, he knew how to swear like a pirate and accent or no he was clearly understood.
No, no, the change of venue did nothing but enhance Basil's vocabulary. What to do? Somehow, while Basil's cage was being cleaned the potty mouth parrot made his escape through an open window. Now if it was me wife, I would be suspicious the window wasn't left open accidentally on purpose, but that's not the case here -- the new owners said. If the bird was mine, I'd be closing that window and sitting down to me paper and tea like I never owned a swearing parrot nor had ever seen one in me life, I would. But well, the softhearted new owners had only been subject to Basil's abuse for a short four days, so off they went looking for the cursing escapee.
They even went as far as to put up posters of his bad self until three days later they found him at a veterinarian's. The staff there said he was given over by a person who probably was just as amazed as his new owners when Basil called him names (which we will leave to your imagination) and in his amazement speedily took Basil to a local clinic to unload him. Once there the staff said, right off birdie Basil introduced them to his illustrious use of words. Mandy Stone, the manager said, "He kept calling the nurses tossers and there were a few other phrases he used that I won't repeat. It was quite shocking. He was very quiet and shy for the first day, but then all of a sudden he started talking and rather surprised us with his adult vocabulary. He also whistled the McDonald's tune and he danced for us when we asked him to, so we forgave his bad manners."
Sounds familiar to me, when Guido started that testing phase of learning curse words in pre-school, and came home to try them out we were quite a bit amazed ourselves. When something didn't go his way, he stood right up and called his mother and meself, "bleedin' wankers" we did react, but he came back from his delegated "think about your language mister" room and danced the Pugwash tune and made us laugh and all was forgiven.
Anyway, Sarah was beet red at hearing this. Yes, how embarrassing is that? I ask ya! She told the staff "sorry" and took Basil home she did. She surmised that when left on his own for three days, without human contact, Basil gets quite a bit angry. Thus, I be surmising the language gets quite a bit more colourful as a result. I am sure Basil has recuperated beautifully after his ordeal. I'm not so sure about his new owners, and I be quite certain the staff at the veterinary clinic haven't forgotten Mr. Potty Mouth.
When I told our Captain Jaack of this, thinking it was an amusing little tidbit of a story, his reaction quite stunned me when he asked, "Is the bird for sale?"
For the sake of your ears and integrity, I post this picture as a warning. DO NOT buy an African Grey Parrot! They are exceptionally quick learners and accent or no, they pick up curse words in particular with the ease of the Oracle skimming passed team New Zealand on a windy day.
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3 comments:
not only do these birds talk dirty, they are dirty. why anyone would want one i don't get it.
I had a pink budgie once and was disappointed when he turned white. The pet shop had dyed him a bright pink and as time when by his pink faded. I was nearly distraught. :+(
I'd carry a potty mouth bird and stick it in my purse! they could do the speaking for me with nasty clerks.LMAO
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