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I've read stories about how Ravens mourn the death of a family members too. They all huddle around the bird then let out a song of caws, then suddenly go deathly quiet.
I have my own story that I found quite unnerving at the time. I was burying my first lorikeet after the accident that killed him. There were wild lorikeets and cockatoos feeding in a big eucalypt tree near us. After I filled in the grave, the exact moment I had finished saying my goodbyes, the entire tree full of about 50 parrots suddenly took off in a flurry of loud cries and calls, as if they had been disturbed. I like to think of that as a tribute to Charlie.
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