My conure is my chatty sweetie—
“I love you”
“Uh oh!”
“Good Morning.”
“WHAT!”
“Hi! Hello!”
“Here Kitty Kitty.”
“Hi sweetie!”
“Good BOY!”
Diva fakes dying while I have dance class upstairs....screaming bloody murder so you’d think you’d find her dead on the floor with her feet up.
Then you hear her go “Mumble mumble mumble....ha ha ha ha ha!”
Lulu just yells a deranged “HellOOOOOOO Lulu”
Brie screams “CHICKEN” while hanging upside down with one foot from her violently swinging swing, then yells “hold on” and cackles “hahaha”. When I have her in my office she’ll often say “watcha doing ?” and when I say “working”, she’ll say “Ooooohhhh! Working ! Yum, cracker!” meaning OK, now feed me with all those bucks you’re making. She’ll fly to the back of my chair and scream “rude brat bird” in my ear, then cackle and take off back to her perch. If she thinks I’m sad she’ll say “ahhh, it’s OK, it’s OK, you’ll be fine” and flies over for a cuddle.
Nigel, OTOH, is not as good with life. He doesn’t like to leave his cage and when he does, he’s quite insecure. I coaxed him off his cage one day while standing on a chair. The chair lurched and he fell off my arm, landing on the floor with a thump (did I say he doesn’t know how to flap his wings well? He was kept in a very small cage while young - some people are just too stupid to own animals.) He shook himself, looked all around, and said “Huh ! Wow!”. Brie said to him, “Nigel, step up you bad bird”. Nigel will also say “Mom, no cracker” when he’s out of food, and will yell “Aaakkkkk - Get the door” when the doorbell rings. And lots more, of course.