ARTICLE BY: JANE HAINGE


A TALE OF TWO PSITTACINES


y story began in the early 1960’s, when I was a very young child. My grandmother bought a newly imported, wild-caught parrot whom she named “Polly”. I believe that this bird was a Yellow-Fronted or Yellow- Crowned Amazon (Amazona ochrocephala). Polly was a brilliant mimic. He or she (for the sake of


M 06 BIRD SCENE


simplicity I will refer to the bird as he) would laugh, sing and had a wide vocabulary of words which he often used in the correct context. Living amongst a large family, he was rarely without company. In warmer weather his cage was placed in the garden. However, apart from the first few months, I never saw him outside of his small, rectangular


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