Marge, my son had a bird that didn't like me, and he left it to me to baby-sit it for weeks. Everytime I went near that cage, he would flutter around, and before my son returned from his trip, the bird had a heart attack and died. My son was the only person, he would have anything to do with. The bird could talk and minic an ambulance he heard also. He sounded like an ambulance all day, and he finally took his last ride. Did I ever feel bad. Bettye