Birds can be a trip. This friend of my folks had a minah bird. Dad and I stopped to see her one day and she hollered “come in”. The lady had a very distinctive voice. We went in and she was nowhere around. Damned bird sounded just like her.
My neighbor had a bird that would fly out of the window to sit on the wires. I am not sure what kind it was, but until I helped the neighbor jump his car one morning did I understand how smart the bird was. It was the Rurururururu of a starter motor, slowing down as the battery drained, then click click click click click when it was dead.
Whenever it saw me after this help, whenever I walked by it or went to the neighbors house, it would repeat the sound of the battery being drained.