Lost parrot recites his name and address
Yosuke, a parrot who lives in Nagareyama, Japan, escaped from his cage and was lost for two weeks. He was found on a rooftop and brought first to a police station and then a veterinary hospital. Fortunately when he met the vet, Yosuke remembered to recite his name and address. From the Associated Press:
"I'm Mr. Yosuke Nakamura," the bird told the veterinarian, according to (policeman Shinjiro) Uemura. The parrot also provided his full home address, down to the street number, and even entertained the hospital staff by singing songs.Link (Thanks, Vann Hall!)
"We checked the address, and what do you know, a Nakamura family really lived there. So we told them we've found Yosuke," Uemura said.
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Warning: not necessarily a good example of what to do if you're brought in by the police.
There was a grey parrot at the pwt store in Toronto's Yorkdale shopping centre who loved attention and would get it by propositioning people with "Hello sailor!" and then cackling like a maniac. Loudly.
When you looked for where the voice was coming from, he'd bob up and down, looking for all the world that he was pleased he'd fooled you.
And by "pwt" I mean "pet", and not something of Welsh vintage.
1: Actually, the parrot didn't talk until it was taken the vet. In the story it explains how the parrot refused to get chatty with the police.
He didn't talk to the cops because he's a parrot, not a stool pigeon.
They should train a parrot to say, "I take a picture" and let it loose in London (or Chicago) and then watch eight zillion security goons lose their minds.
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He didn't talk to the cops because he's a parrot, not a stool pigeon.
/chuckles
Kibble,
It's funny you mention that, because years ago someone's parrots got loose in London, and now there's a flock of them. You still see them roving around Brixton, occasionally.
Long story. One October a stray cockateil showed up in our yard at dusk. It was getting cold and we were sure it wouldn't survive that night's freeze. My wife who has some supernatural power over animals teased it out of the tree and into the house after an hour of coaxing. We put him up in proper accommodations and she leafleted the neighborhood to find the owner. After several months of fielding calls from shady characters looking for a free bird the owner called. He identified the bird because it incessantly whistled the Michigan State fight song. I made the guy sing it to me over the phone to be sure, then told him to come collect his pet. We were sorry to see him go but I don't miss that damn song at all.
The moral: teach your bird something distinctive.
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I have to agree - that Michigan fight song is annoying as hell.
Scottfree,
you sure? I lived in Brixton for quite some time "years ago" and never saw a flock of parrots there. Mind you, I never experienced the crack-maddened squirrels either. Now parakeets, that's a different story.
ROSS, you're just pissed off he didn't know 'The Victors.' I wouldn't be happy with a Spartan parrot either.
And, STOVIS, if YOU mean 'The Victors,' you can go nibble on a cracker.
Yosuke-san be keeping it real, bird don't be snitching to no cops!
Chiba prefecture, represent!
/Reily Freeman, The Boondocks
Patrick Dodds,
Ah, maybe you're right there. Not much one for south london, me, and certainly not much one for ornithology.
It's funny you mention that, because years ago someone's parrots got loose in London, and now there's a flock of them. You still see them roving around Brixton, occasionally.
I'll take parrots over those horrible pigeons any day.
My wife's grandmother taught her budgie to say his address years ago, in case he ever got out. She also taught him to barrack for her favourite football team, who were named after the suburb they started in. The bird would swap the suburb names randomly, and of course there was a street of that name in both suburbs.
Fortunately, he never got out so no one ever had to figure out where the bird came from.
@13: Mrs. inDetroit and I are Spartans but there are Wolverines in the family as well. I dislike the MSU fight song because I had to sing it a number of times, but Hail to the Victors is more annoying.
I'm an MSU grad (who was the IDIOT who thought 'Spartan' was a good name for ANYTHING having to do with intellectual pursuits, or indeed freedom-loving people?!?!), but I know all the words to "Hail to the Victors":
Wait a minute...I'm not sure that's quite right. Let's see if I remember the Michigan State one:OK, I'm all confused now, so I think I'll stop there.[credit/blame for these lyrics belongs to the MSU Tolkien Fellowship; original author unknown, at least to me]