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Everybody in my family loves birds, and the birds love them. I am the outcast. They make me so freekin nervous. You've got a bird that can crack a walnut in its beak, and it wants to sit on your shoulder and preen your eyelashes. I'm sorry - no thanks.
My parents have an African Grey named Bert (short for Albert Einstein). He is very, very smart and can imitate any voice or sound possible. He knows I am scared of him, so when I am at my parent's house he will let himself out of his cage ("oooh we can't figure out how he got out"), and he will call me in one of my parent's or kids' voices, and when I show up, he will fly at me and land on my shoulders or my head which results in some really embarrasing behavior on my part.
Not all birds make me nervous - just the smart ones. I used to work with bald eagles, and while they are big, they are not that bright. I only got bit once.
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