You are so right, Pajarita!
I raised a few canaries, and also hung out with some serious "canary people" back in New Mexico. The little males believe themselves to be mighty roosters. I raised a few canaries ( and some Black-Hooded Red siskins, as a part of captive breeding/reintroduction program; they were hunted to near extinction in their native Venezuela, due to their being prized for introducing "red factor" genes into canary types). When we moved North, I kept one little canary guy... a roller. He lived to be nearly 15, a ripe old age. To the very last, his "water notes" were loud, lovely, and persistent. One morning, I woke up to find him on the cage floor, cold, on his tummy, wings spread, beak forward, as if he were flying away. I was completely surprised that he was gone. I was also surprised at how much I missed him, and I'm still surprised at how easy it is to cry when I remember his songs, and he passed almost five years ago. His name was Eddiebird, named after Eddie Van Halen and Edward Lear.
The Rb imitated his songs, but of course since he can't/won''t whistle, it was...
"rit rit rit rooootytooooo rit rit rit roooootooooorrrrrreeeeeoooo" Very comical, but he quit doing it after Eddiebird was gone.
