We were speaking of birds, right? At least I was speaking of birds with a couple of bloggers lately. It made me think of Pretty Boy. He has been gone for years but I remember him fondly. I was first married and no children so I decided to get a Parakeet. I was told if I wanted to teach him to talk get a male and a young one. I was told to say the same words over and over very distinctly and slowly. I did all these things. Hel-lo Ba-by wanna kissss. Pret-ty Boy and of course the wolf whistle. Two young Polish girls moved into the apartment next to us. The walls were thin so they could hear me teaching Pretty Boy to talk. Some boys brought them home late one night and empty bottles fell on the parking lot making a lot of noise. Someone in the big apartment house turned them in for waking them up. I guess they thought it was us (it wasn't) so they stopped speaking to us and started mocking me through the walls. Hel-lo Ba-by wanna kisss? Pretty Boy learned very well. Later after we moved into our own house we called an exterminator. I put Pretty Boy on the back porch so he would get plenty of fresh air while the man was working. As the exterminator came walking around the house Pretty Boy saw him and did his loudest clearest wolf whistle. The man ask me, did that bird do that?