When I got home the other evening, there was a lady on my porch. I didn't know her, and she was explaining why she had stopped by (fundraiser). Timber could hear me on the porch. As soon as I get out of the car, I hear him whistling. Anyway, I guess he got tired of waiting for me to get inside and started running through his repertoire of noises (whistles, clicks, beeps, squeals). As you all know, they can get LOUD. The lady's head kept swiveling around and she finally said "what on earth is that?" Ha. "Just my bird," says I. Hopefully she will pass the word to fellow sales/fundraiser types to avoid that house on the corner...