Today something reminded me of this one time when I was younger but old enough to know better. I tried to scare my little Pacific Parrotlet with a small vibrating toy frog. I held my bird in one hand firmly but not too tight and the other and I had the vibrating frog come near him. His entire body went limp and his head turned and slightly drooped and his feet went softly down. It looked like his body was no longer breathing. I immediately felt like the worst person in the world. My poor sweet little Andy Bell faked his death to save himself from that frog. But, it was ME who caused this. I dropped that toy frog and kissed Andy. He did not die! I apologized like crazy and promised him I would NEVER EVER do anything like that EVER again.
Every night he would sleep on a perch next to my bed. And every morning he would wake up super early and hop on my bed, get under the covers next to my neck, and snuggle until it was time for me to wake up. One morning I woke up and he was down by my feet. I guess he decided to wander under the covers a bit.
He had a voice too. He would say, "I love you", kiss sound, kiss sound "kiss", "Where's Andy?", "Absolutely" and other words.
