Trouble the gray parrot is back for a visit and talking as much as ever. All day long it's, "Ain't it cool! Ain't it cool!" Ain't what cool? I'd like to know. When she's not saying that, she's saying "What a good girl!" or asking for an apple and a grape. What's the point of all that talking? Personally, I think a nice, simple phrase such as "Pretty bird!" says it all.
Trouble and I do have a few things in common, however. While I'm eating my breakfast walnuts, she's eating her breakfast peanuts. While I shred my way through "Gone With the Wind," she shreds her way through "Pride and Prejudice." I guess you've gotta give some credit to a bird with such literary tastes as that.