In response to the post on bird screaming found here
Hullo, Mitch. Another timely article about birds and this time about screaming.
I’d like to weigh in from a very limited viewpoint: one rescued parrotlet who is aggressive but trying hard to be good and, two, a peach faced lovebird who is the combination of Bette Midler, Carol Channing and Ethel Merman wrapped up in barbed wire.
Though their screechings can’t match the the volume of the bigger guys, at full throat it can still be an ice pick in the ear. I keep cotton balls near the cage for ear plugs.
From only these birds I have found two interesting strategies to quiet them down: the first is when I discovered that they were profoundly attached to the family aspect and when I was out of the room, they were much more vociferous. So now when I want to take a nap I move them into the bedroom (which one would think would be contraindicated) but they stop making noise immediately, except for a little nestling around. The same applies for watching a television program in another room. I bring them in and they instantly settle down. I think it’s because they can see me. But I also think it’s because they’ve been given the honor of physically being part of their family.
The second is that I never scream at them. When they are making noises and calling, I answer back with a soft responding to them by name. It is astonishing to me what kind of conversations we can have even if we are not in the same room. You might think me a dreamer but Maisie, the lovebird, has a call – a short sound – that is unmistakenly her name for me. When I answer with a short “Maisie,” she makes a soft chortle.
And so it goes for us. I have lowered the decibels to a level that satisfies us all and only for the price of a little time and understanding.
Best regards and continue to keep up your great writing.