Alex the African Grey Parrot Dies
grrlscientist writes "Yesterday, I received the devastating news that Alex the African Grey parrot, who was both a study subject and colleague to Irene Pepperberg, died unexpectedly at 31 years of age. 'Even though Alex was a research animal, he was much more than that. This species of parrot generally lives to be 50-60 years old, so Alex was only middle-aged when he died. According to some reports I have read, it is possible that Alex might have succumbed to Aspergillosis, a fungal infection of the lungs that he has battled in the past. However, the cause of death will not be known until after a necropsy has been completed... Alex's veterinarian is returning from vacation to personally conduct this necrospy.'"
Anyone who makes a comment about pining for the fjords gets a slap.
Ok... *still trying to figure out how this is newsworthy* I know, I know.. I'm new here...
And have they tried putting 50,000 volts through it?
I wonder if anyone has tried to sell him to a blind kid...
je suis parce que j'aime
Yeah, but that doesn't give us a cue to commence the recital of Monty Python routines.
Real Daleks don't climb stairs - they level the building.
I don't know, the Chinese government says they're sleeping.
Please stop stalking me, bro.
albeit probably unintentionally: As you know, I have spent my life researching, breeding and living with birds,
This coming from someone who calls themselves grrrlscientist. You could probably make some videos to pay for your research.....
Monstar L
Dead Parrot Sketch
The cast:
MR. PRALINE
John Cleese
SHOP OWNER
Michael Palin
The sketch:
A customer enters a pet shop.
Mr. Praline: 'Ello, I wish to register a complaint.
(The owner does not respond.)
Mr. Praline: 'Ello, Miss?
Owner: What do you mean "miss"?
Mr. Praline: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!
Owner: We're closin' for lunch.
Mr. Praline: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
Owner: Oh yes, the, uh, the Norwegian Blue...What's,uh...What's wrong with it?
Mr. Praline: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's dead, that's what's wrong with it!
Owner: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting.
Mr. Praline: Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
Owner: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable bird, the Norwegian Blue, idn'it, ay? Beautiful plumage!
Mr. Praline: The plumage don't enter into it. It's stone dead.
Owner: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!
Mr. Praline: All right then, if he's restin', I'll wake him up! (shouting at the cage) 'Ello, Mister Polly Parrot! I've got a lovely fresh cuttle fish for you if you
show...
(owner hits the cage)
Owner: There, he moved!
Mr. Praline: No, he didn't, that was you hitting the cage!
Owner: I never!!
Mr. Praline: Yes, you did!
Owner: I never, never did anything...
Mr. Praline: (yelling and hitting the cage repeatedly) 'ELLO POLLY!!!!! Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call!
(Takes parrot out of the cage and thumps its head on the counter. Throws it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.)
Mr. Praline: Now that's what I call a dead parrot.
Owner: No, no.....No, 'e's stunned!
Mr. Praline: STUNNED?!?
Owner: Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin' up! Norwegian Blues stun easily, major.
Mr. Praline: Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad enough of this. That parrot is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not 'alf an hour
ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk.
Owner: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the fjords.
Mr. Praline: PININ' for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got 'im home?
Owner: The Norwegian Blue prefers keepin' on it's b
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Luckily for me, Alex died young - I don't know if I could have held out for another 19-29 years...
Me an Me shipmates extend to ye oer sympathies. Tis tuf to looz a parrot, I wuldnt be da same witout mine. Arrrrrggghhhh.
May he rest in Davy Jones Locker in peace. Arrrgghhhh!!!!!
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He was delicious!
I met Alex four years ago at Brandeis. He tried to mate with my arm... :(
No, the parrot may or may not have been killed by Schrödinger's cat, who may or may not be dead.
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If that doesn't make his death "News for Nerds", then I don't know what does.
Initially I read Nerds as Birds... which would make for an interesting headline:
News for Birds, stuff with crackers
Noam Chomsky criticised the parrot's ability to speak saying it was just operant conditioning, but I'd say that's about as much as most slashbots have.
I can see it now: "In Soviet Russa... In Soviet Russia *SQUAWK* I FOR ONE WELCOME *SQUAWK*"
...he's pining for the fjords!
A roof over your head, three square meals, and all the drugs you can want. Now, give me a computer with internet access, and I'm not seeing a down side here.
Curiosity was framed, Ignorance killed the cat.