It isn’t the dark, it’s the muffled echo from your hands. We had a budgie that loved to sit on the edge of a glass and sing into it to hear himself echo.
My cockatiels name was Jack. He got the name of Jack because he would always fly up onto the roof and someone would always have to go up there to help Jack OFF ?
It isn’t the dark, it’s the muffled echo from your hands. We had a budgie that loved to sit on the edge of a glass and sing into it to hear himself echo.
so lovely
They also sing & carry on when they get nervous.
My cockatiels name was Jack. He got the name of Jack because he would always fly up onto the roof and someone would always have to go up there to help Jack OFF ?