Fowl neighbor

For Valentine's weekend, I decided, having lived here for 3 weeks, it was time to introduce myself to the neighbors. So I used the "Day of Love and Friendship"--as it's called here--to bake cookies and bring them to the neighbors. Chris and I were pleasantly surprised when a couple of the neighbors invited us in to sit down and chat. It's funny the small world we live in, since the neighbor across the street is the doctor of a daughter of one of Chris' friends. At another house, we met their two daughters, their dog AND their parrot. Now on a pleasant Sunday afternoon, while visiting neighbors, it's charming to see a beautiful parrot on the front porch. However, when trying to read at home this week, it's not quite as charming to hear this fowl's language: "Juan!! Juan!! Juan!!"

Seriously, it didn't stop for hours. I have to wonder, what is enjoyable about this for ANYONE? Is it just me? Is it that you are either a bird person or you're not? Well, it doesn't take long to confirm.

I'm not.