That gray parrot, Trouble, is visiting again, sitting out there in the living room, talking up a storm.
I don't know why people think she's so interesting just because she can imitate the sounds they make. I'm pretty good at imitating sounds, myself, even if I don't usually choose to copy words. I can whoosh softly like a comb going through hair. I can flick like floss being pulled between teeth. I can beep like a microwave oven or a phone being dialed. And, as far as human sounds go, I can make a pretty good kissing sound, if I do say so myself. So it's not just about words. We professional parrots have quite a wide repertoire of sounds, and we add to it all the time. That is the fun of being a parrot, after all.