After carefully wrapping the parrot in Craig's jacket , the small group took him to the clinic to have him treated by Olly .
Olly : Poor thing , it has a broken wing !
She examines it carefully .
Olly : And it is malnourished...
Olly explained to her assistants that it was a male of the species of macaws , who had , until very recently , benefited from the care of a considerate owner .
Nicky : Birds that have always lived in a cage have not learned to find food , like their fellows in the wild...
Olly : Exactly ! And if they happen to lose their owner , they do not know how to feed themselves ! With the right treatment , this parrot would soon be perfectly healthy !
As Olly had predicted , after a few days , Miel* , named for the golden yellow of his chest , began to recover speed . As he regained his strength , he proved to be a cheerful and playful bird . Fond of apples and sunflower seeds , Miel loved company and spent hours trotting around the aviary in the yard , near Olly's other patients . Soon it was time to say goodbye to the bandage and try to fly . While the vet freed the parrot's wing .
Colette : Let's hoped...
Immediately after , the vet brought him back to the aviary . As the Thea Sisters and their friends watched with bated breath , the bird took a few steps , then spread his big blue wings and began to flutter around the cage .
Pamela : Bravo , Miel ! You're cured !
After enjoying the applause of his rescuers , the bird finished surprising them by exhibiting the agility of a seasoned acrobat . Perched on a trapeze , he tipped backwards until he found himself upside down , a position in which he began to swing . After straightening up , he glided to the ground , landed and rolled on the ground . And that's not all , Miel had an even bigger surprise for his new friends... The next morning , Miel was full of enthusiasm . The day before , when she offered him some almonds for his snack , Olly had discovered not only that he loved them but that he liked to hold them in his paw . For the moment , perched on a trapeze in the aviary , the parrot was attentively following each movement of the Vanilla Girls . This time , the four friends had not managed to dodge their turn to clean Larry , Moe and Oskar's hutch .
Vanilla : How to clean... that ?
Connie : I think we have to change their water and the straw on the floor...
Vanilla : What ?! Touch the litter of these three fur balls with my paws ? Hell no ! No , no and no !
Miel : No , no and no ! Chipie* !
Vanilla turned abruptly towards the bird . Miel looked at her with his round eyes , and his hoarse voice .
Miel : Chipie !
Vanilla : How dare you !? I'm not a-
Miel : Chipie ! Chipie ! Chipie !
The bickering between the heiress and the parrot continued until , alerted by their scream , Olly and her assistants rushed into the yard .
Olly : *laughing* Vanilla , calm down ! Miel didn't mean to offend you ! Parrots are great at reproducing words they hear without understanding their meaning !
And the feathered patient's vocabulary wasn't limited to "chipie" . When Violet offered him some water a little later , Miel croaked in response...
Miel : Merci , pitchoune !
...which in Provençal , a regional language of France , means "Thank you , kid !" , as Colette explained . But the parrot had other talents too... That day he sang a sweet refrain with romantic lyrics...
Miel:
The sea wind has blown,
I can go home now,
I set sail for my beloved,
Called by his beating heart...
Violet : Where did you get this beautiful song ?
The bird just stared at her in silence .
Paulina : Your owner taught you well...But if they had thought to teach you their name , we might know how to find your home...
That night , Paulina continued to think about the parrot's refrain , which sang the return home .
Paulina : "Finding Comet's mother is not easy , because her den could be well hidden... But Miel's owner certainly lives on the island . We must try to identify them ! "
Honey in French .
Sassy , mischievous or brat