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Loquacious parrot splits up love birds - Secret affair revealed by boyfriend's pet - Sarah Lyall, NY Times, January 18, 2006

London -- "Hiya, Gary!" the parrot trilled flirtatiously whenever Chris Taylor's girlfriend answered her cell phone.

But Taylor, the owner of the parrot, did not know anyone named Gary. And his girlfriend, Suzy Collins, who had moved into his apartment a year earlier, swore that she didn't, either. She stuck to her story even after the parrot, Ziggy, began making lovey-dovey, smooching noises when it heard the name Gary on television.

And so it went until the fateful day just before Christmas when, as Taylor and Collins snuggled together on the sofa, Ziggy blurted out, "I love you, Gary," his voice a dead ringer for Collins'.

"It sent a chill down my spine," Taylor, a 30-year-old computer programmer from Leeds, told British reporters on Monday. "I started laughing, but when I looked at Suzy I could tell something was up. Her face was like beet root, and she started to cry."

Gary, it turned out, was Collins' former colleague and current secret lover. And not only had Collins, a 25-year-old call-center worker, been cheating on Taylor, but she had been doing it in front of the bird.

"It makes my stomach churn to think about what he might have seen or heard them doing," Taylor said of Ziggy, as reported in the Daily Telegraph and other newspapers.

He had owned Ziggy, named after the David Bowie character, since Ziggy was a chick, eight years ago, and watched with pride as Ziggy began mimicking everything he heard -- the television, people's voices, the vacuum cleaner, the doorbell. But when it became clear that Ziggy could not be taught to stop saying "Gary," Taylor found a new home for the bird through a dealer.

"I felt like I'd been stabbed through the heart every time my phone rang or he heard the name on the telly," he said.

As for Collins, she and Taylor split up the evening of the "I love you, Gary" incident.

Tracked down by the newspapers at the home of friends, Collins (who has since split up with Gary, too) said that although she was not proud of what had happened, she and Taylor had been having problems and would have broken up anyway. Nor, she said, had she ever taken to the bird, resenting Taylor for preferring to stay home with Ziggy rather than go out with her.

"I'm surprised to hear he's got rid of that bloody bird," Collins was quoted as saying. "He spent more time talking to it than he did to me." She added, speaking of Ziggy: "I couldn't stand him, and it looks now like the feeling was mutual."
 
Perdita:
An interesting article. However, you have repeated one erroneous item. The bird is not clearly not a parrot, but rather a stool pigeon!

JMHO.
 
When I still lived at home with mum, we had a budgie that we adopted off my Dad's brother. Snowy arrived to us being able to say

"Asta la vista baby" and "I'll be back."

snowly learned all sorts, how to sneeze exactly like me, how to bark like gruff, my mums friend's dog and mum taught Snowy to say "Praise the Lord."

Snowy also picked up "Shut up." and "bloody, bugger budgie bird." as was flung towards the cage when the snowy one was being too vocal.

It was very stange to hear the words

"Praise the Lord, you bloody bugger budgie bird!"

when Snowy decided to string the lot together :D
 
English Lady said:
"Praise the Lord, you bloody bugger budgie bird!"
Thanks, Lady; that's precious. But what accent was it? Yorkshire? Mancunian?

Perdita :)
 
Not surprised he preferred a bird that stayed at home to one that always wanted to go out.

By the way - us African Grey parrots don't like being compared to your trailer trash pidgins. We can get on Letterman doing our impressions.

Wheeee! The bird flew!! :D
 
perdita said:
Thanks, Lady; that's precious. But what accent was it? Yorkshire? Mancunian?

Perdita :)

My Nanna would kill me for saying it, but Mancunian.

(Actually, it was Stockonian which is a posher than Mancuinian as we're closer to cheshire.) :D
 
One of my notional aunts (actually my mother's second cousin) inherited an elderly parrot from her uncle.

The uncle had bought the parrot in an East End pub when he had drunk too many pints.

The parrot's original owner had been a retired merchant seaman addicted to salty language. Although the parrot learned new words in his new home, he never forgot the old ones.

My notional aunt was a vicar's wife. The parrot had to stay in the kitchen whenever church dignatories or other important visitors were in the house. The children of the household enjoyed persuading the parrot to use its inappropriate language.

On one never-forgotten occasion the parrot addressed the visiting Bishop as 'You fruity bugger!'. Fortunately the Bishop had a sense of humour.

Og
 
I happen to have an african gray parrot and they are mighty freightening on many levels.

First they are one of only a handful of species that are perfect mimics, meaning that not only do they practice words but VOICES. They can say the same words in different and perfect voices, even hold a two or three sided conversation that no one can tell isn't the people talking.

Secondly, they are extremely intelegent. They can (and do) know what they are saying. Mine frequently creates new (and correct) sentences that he has never heard before using words he knows.

I would not put it past the bird to have knowingly ratted on the girl.
 
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