I Was Literally Crying With Laughter!

Nannan2, maybe, maybe. "Arrr onnn"

Foxyferret

My pigeons seem to be saying ‘You don’t know nothin’. Hoo hoo hoo hoohoo. Obvously grammar is not their strongest.

Nah, they're just Londoners

I have great tits (well of course!!!) in my nest box. I was trying to use an app to record their song to make sure I had identified them correctly. I got some very strange replies ... until I realised that the metal latch on my neighbour's shed was squeaking in the wind!

I'm not sure about the birds, though there are some in the trees here sound a bit like "what are you doing?"- but i think if i can converse with the cats,its likely the birds do it as well i guess🤔

Jodie B- maybe the cat WAS saying Arron all along? They are clever little lovies are cats.😻😺

We had a blackbird in the garden for a few years which we swore sang the song 'I'm in the money'.
Then later we had one which called 'Doo be doo be doo'.

Theres a local cat, a stripey one, comes in garden very occasionally, who dissapears over the back fence with the empty plastic bowl in its mouth if its eaten any leftovers.I wonder where its taking them?😸😹

My own black cat i can have endless 'conversations' with,and he likes to get the last word in!- i ask what he wants,he says "out"(in a meow sound,but very distinctive) or if food,he just licks his lips.If not he sounds like "no,out" & we have other 'chats' where i can decipher his different mewings,or he nods in reply,etc.He also snorts in right places when he's fed up too.And understands all i say to him, and acts accordingly.Cats are so intelligent.

Magenta8- aww,thats lovely,but so sad..we have a visiting ginger tom (whose supposed to live nxt door!) who comes and paws at my patio doors and when he's greeted my old black cat by rubbing noses,he comes inside meowing for either food /attention.He spends warmer days in middle of our garden,curled up, asleep.Theres also a white/black one(supposed to be next dr but one!) who sleeps on our garden storage unit,and paws at windows for attention.They all love our garden as its peaceful.(woman next dr had audacity to say,the cats had fought over 'ownership' of my garden!) But it actually 'belongs' to my own older lovely cat(19 soon) who only goes out a few minutes at a time,& he is happy to share his garden.😸It's not our fault if their cats dont like them/their garden.😹😼

TheWeirdoAgain60

Arrived home from work yesterday just after 4 and standing at the door listening to the hilarious conversations of 2 birds!

We all know how very human-sounding their voices are at times! Funny little squeaky voices as if they've been on helium!

One - Where've you been?
Two - I'm here!

One - No, you're not!
Two - Yes, I am!
One - You're a birdie! HA HA HA!

Two - Where's Bill?
One - On the farm!
Two - Are you sure? HA HA HA!

I had tears streaming down my face, doubled over with laughter!

So funny but I smile every time I remember what my granddaughter told me about her little Bichon Frieze dog's action.

When his feeding bowl was empty, he climbed up his little doggy step onto the bed with the bowl in his mouth and put it in front of her.

His name is Louis and he also tugs at his lead and turns towards home when he has had enough of the park walk.

The day of my daughter's graduation, we walked down by the river, onto the meadow, as 1, 2, 3, 4...then finally a 5th Magpie landed very near to us! So near we really couldn't ignore them! I remarked, "1 for sorrow, 2 for joy, 3 for a girl."..paused, then carried on jokingly, "4 for a boy, and 5, ...5 is for Silver!!!", I declared, looking round, "has anyone got any silver?" I looked at my daughter...she held our her hands, several silver rings, silver bracelets jangled, and 2 silver necklaces?. "Omg!! You are going to have SUCH good luck today I declared!" What happened next? Her phone rang as she was taking her seat in the graduation hall. She was offered her dream job. Then she graduated. That evening she had a call to say the landlord had accepted them for the flat they wanted. I'm not normally superstitious, but that seemed to be extraordinary good luck for one 1 single day. The birds know more than they let on! ;)

My pigeons seem to be saying ‘You don’t know nothin’. Hoo hoo hoo hoohoo. Obvously grammar is not their strongest.

Our local blackbirds seem to speak with a Yorkshire accent, even though we are in Northamptonshire.

There are a couple that have a good old natter with each other every morning - one is just outside our house, but the other usuallysounds to be much further down the road).

The conversation tends to start with "Ay up lad, 'ow yer doin' today?", and the questions and answers carry on in a similar manner for at least 20 mins. It often makes me chuckle.

I did mention it to my OH once, but he just looked at me as if I had lost my marbles! 😁

The regular pair of pigeons in my garden on the nearest tree. On a sunny day.

Coo coo
You OK Mary?
Things fine, Fred

I really like you
Me too.

shall we stay here awhile?
Not while those wretched magpies around

(fly off)

They used to stay there all the time before those said magpies. I have several photos.

I really struggled with my last few months at work, but as I walked across the playground to my class, the birds would be singing from the surrounding grounds and it always raised my spirits and made me grateful.

The rhythm of my pigeons used to be the traditional “ Take two cows Taffy” but last year it changed to” There’s been a tragedy, I told you yesterday”, This year, they are saying “Come to my party, all are invited”. Sometimes, if I’m sitting outdoors listening to them, my brain goes into overdrive and carries on the conversation.

Come to my party.
All are invited.
Who else is coming?
All of my brothers,
All of my sisters.
All of my aunties,
All of my uncles,
All of my cousins.
Where is the party?
Right down the garden,
Under the oak tree.
What are we eating?
Masses of cake crumbs,
Masses of bird seed.
Oh, that sounds lovely etc, etc.

In my brain, this is all in a sing song Welsh accent. I know, I’m certifiable!

I once read it was"the cows low, Betty." I have wood pigeons in my garden and I can't forget that.
I do feel sorry for the females constantly being chased by males.

We once had a cat that 'Harrowed.' My son's girlfriend woke one morning, terrified. "Arron, the cat's calling your name!"

You are all bonkers. I had a good few chuckles reading them. Thanks

I have been waiting for the blackbirds to start singing and to my joy there was one today, in the tree, with such a beautiful melodious tune. It gladdened my heart.

It was downtoearth who suggested that a pigeon‘s call is, ‘My toe hurts, Betty.’
It really works for me - especially if you imagine it in a Frank Spencer voice. 😂

The pigeons in my garden repeat it three or four times with a little ‘Ouch!’ at the end.

We used to have a cat who came upstairs in the morning saying "Harro!"

What a lovely thread, uplifting in these times.

I answer the crows when they get too loud. Kraa, kraa mands good morning. I f ind if I say it loudly enough in reply they fly off.

All their noise was simply a polite wish to say "Good morning".

Cat bunting is a common, affectionate behaviour where cats rub or press their forehead, cheeks, and chin against people, other animals, or objects. This act acts as a social bond, a way to mark territory with scent glands, and a show of trust, often indicating the cat feels safe, comfortable, and social

There used to be a rather shabby old black cat who was always sitting on a wall on the way to the DCs' primary school, in the morning and after school.

She used say "Bwow" to any passersby and most of them would stroke her head and she would purr loudly.

Inevitably, the day came when she was not there and a few days later a notice appeared. Apparently, she was called Cleo and one of her greatest pleasures in later life was to meet and greet people on their way to and from the school. She was 21 when she died.