On Sun, 29 Feb 2004 11:59:54 GMT, Jaques d'Alltrades
wrote:

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When I was a small child, my grandmother had a jackdaw that talked, it
also did imitations of her calling the chickens to be fed. One day the
jackdaw was found dead in the copper, foul play was suspected. Foul
not fowl!.

On my way to school - or more likely, on my way back - there was a
jackdaw which used to sit on the balustrade over a parade of shops.

It was a most discerning bird, for it would wait until something very
young and busty approached, whereupon it would give a piercing
wolf-whistle.

Several times I received a very nasty look.....

I remember being framed by a parrot, that behaved in a similar way :-)

There was a parrot, with an extensive vocabulary, that resided in the
Dovercourt Hotel, where people waiting for the Harwich - Hoek ferry
sometimes had a meal, including lots of truck drivers.
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Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit;
Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad