Suddenly, the Lovebird let out a screech of a type we had never heard before, and we both spun around to see Opal cowering on the top of the cage, obviously hurt, while Beeper towered over him. I jumped up and ran to the birds. A quick check showed no permanent damage to Opal, but I was furious with my Quaker. David and I looked at each other wide-eyed. All these traits speak of an intelligence that is quick, social and verbal.
Quakers are far from being only mimics.
They are friends in the true sense of the word.