Entertaining a parrot is definitely a reciprocal activity. This morning’s example between Chris and Geronimo:
Setting: Morning in the Newbold/Douglas kitchen, Alan making coffee and feeding the dogs, Chris at the counter with Geronimo perched on his finger, peacefully grooming his feathers while Chris speaks to him…
Chris: Once upon a time there was a dashing, handsome, silver-haired prince. (Yes, self-description)
Geronimo: Happy, short warbles and tweets, mimicking Chris’ intonation
Chris: And he found himself trapped, high in a NY tower by an evil, ugly, bad, mean old crone. (Guess who?)
Geronimo: Deep, guttural, elongated trill, mimicking Chris’ intonation
Chris: But luckily, the handsome prince was kept company by a beautiful Falcon.
Geronimo: Turns his head to the side and gleefully shrieks and trills at full volume
Chris: How does he do that? How does he know?
Alan: I have no idea, but he knows it every time.
Geronimo: Heh, heh, heh, heh
Geronimo: I’m a good boy.
… And so the day begins, once again proving that I have no idea who is smarter — me or my animals…