I like birds. I’ve had a parakeet that learned to talk. Mother had a Cockatiel that I taught to whistle “Jesus Loves Me.” Yes, I whistle. Grandma always said, “A whistling rooster and a crowing hen never did come to a very good end.”
Mother did alterations for people and they would come to her house to do business with her. About the time the conversations started, the bird would start whistling “Jesus Loves Me.” Everything grew silent as they listened and were amazed at the beautiful tune coming from her bird.