Sweetpea is a male Senegal that came to me in 2006 at eleven years of age with the name of Sabu. He had not been out of his cage for the last 9 or 10 years due to his excessive aggression and it is the true that he was the Senegal from hell! To make things worse, he fell in love at first sight with Tobita (ex Toby) a female Senegal that loved me to pieces so it wasn't only that he hated all of humanity, he hated me even worse because his beloved loved me! I soon realized that although he had lived with the people who had brought him to me under the name of Sabu, his original name must have been Sweetpea because, when he started talking (and he is, by far, the best cognitive and proficient talker I've ever had!) he would ask: "What's your name?" and reply: "Sweetpeeeeeee!" - plus he also refers to himself as 'Sweet' so I started calling him that. Not that it helped any! This bird HATED me with a passion and would attack me every single day, relentlessly, several times to the point that I had scars all over my body from his bites and going into the birdroom became something I actually dreaded. He is also the only bird I've ever clipped -something done out of sheer desperation on his second breeding season with me and which I regretted immediately. Years went by and he slowly and very, very gradually started reducing his attacks until, one day, three and a half years later, he pretty much stopped attacking. It took another two years for him to be handeable and this with utmost care and forethought because I never trusted him 100%.
About two weeks ago, he flew out of the birdroom when I went out looking for something and perched on the top shelf of my dressing room so I walked up and putting out my arm (not my finger because, like I said, I don't trust him completely) for him to step up, I said something like: "Sweetpea, why did you do that?" to which he promptly replied: "Pica pica" and put his head down for me to scratch. Pica pica (it itches, it itches in Spanish) is what I use to ask them if they want me to scratch them and, although I knew he understood what it means (because, when I have asked him in the past, he had put down his head for me), he had never before said it and no other bird has used it as a request (the bird is a GENIUS at cognitive speech and actually communicates). And, this morning, he insisted on perching on my hand (something I don't like because I am always leery of his possible bite) and, once he was there (I will always give a bird the benefit of the doubt regardless how little confidence I might have on their 'good' behavior), he started dancing for me!!!! And round and round he went, first one way and then the other while I stood there like a booby for a full 5 minutes or more, watching him with tears in my eyes and singing for him "Round and round and round he goes - when he will stop, nobody knows!", the song I used to sing when he did it for Tobita only now he was doing it for ME!!!!
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