On silence is golden
I bought two cages of four parrots, two tiger skins, one green, one yellow, the yellow one flew away in an accident, and the other two were yellow robes.
Two caged parrots, each with its own quarrel. The rhubarb robe is noisy, according to the trend, probably there is social bull fork disease, how to describe it, eager to hear a sound similar to its timbre range will desperately scream, or meet the freshness of the same kind, or make friends excited, or in the heartache of their own freedom ... In short, the emotions are more serious, and I only like their show of affection and quieter moments.
The green tiger skin alone is relatively calm, not into the nest is also afraid to go out of the cage, hungry to eat some, thirsty to drink a little, most of the other time standing on its small stick in a daze, when people put their hands in, it will also carefully stand on people's hands, accept a little reward.
Like two friends in the workplace, one is particularly pristine, jumping up and down to talk about the particularly strong, always love to expose themselves, do not know how to protect themselves, one is particularly cautious, slightly understand some rules of survival. For the owner of the bird, it is good not to be too noisy.
