This morning, the greys, Brian, Thomas, and I are in the kitchen. The caiques are in their cages in the living room. Basil and Rocky are out of their cages, in the living room. Rocky wanders around but is not bird aggressive and usually is ripping up the cage liner in Beeps's or Stella's cage. Basil stays on his cage door, happy to be out. We listen for trouble.
End of background.
Basil, who has very talkative all morning, starts yelling, rhythmically, "Help! Help! Help! Help!" We have never heard this before, so we go in to make sure that Rocky hasn't climbed on his cage -- nope. A few minutes pass, during which time he goes through his normal routine "I got your foot, Bas! Peek-a-boo! Hello Basil!" etc. Then again, "Help! Help! Help! Help!" but upon inspection, no help was necessary.
Cracked us up. I guess he was a little lonely.