Re: Parrot worked to death?

On Sat, 15 Sep 2007 20:11:53 +0100, Dave Bugg <davebugg2@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:

> Peter Hucker wrote:
>> On Sat, 15 Sep 2007 03:41:35 +0100, M.J. <M.J.@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>>
>>>
>>> "M.J." <M.J.@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote in message
>>> news:08HGi.26844$eY.22896@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>>>
>>>> Of course the hypothesis that he was mentally worked to death
>>>> is just that a hypothesis, but since no cause of death has been
>>>> identified it is as good as anything else, perhaps even most
>>>>  plausible. After all, Alex was part of an ongoing mental
>>>> experiment to
>>>> test the limits of avian intelligence.  The experiment ended
>>>> abruptly with an unexplained, premature death of the bird.
>>>>
>>>> Please do not forget, this is exactly what happened from
>>>> a scientific perspective. The African Grey subject among
>>>> many other things learned to count to six, or seven.
>>>
>>>
>>> I'll repeat once more!
>>>
>>> Is this what you did to the poor creature, Ms Irene Pepperberg?
>>>
>>> Have him worked to death by your research?
>>> 8-12 hours a day, every day, of gruelling mental exercise, just to
>>> find out where the limits of avian intelligence exist!  No wonder
>>> Alex died so young.
>>>
>>> Both you and Brandeis University should be ashamed of yourselves!
>>
>> You appear to be assuming she reads newsgroups.
>
> <snork> :-O

Does this mean:

a) You've just choked on a sunflower seed a parrot dropped in your dinner.
b) Of course she reads newsgroups, didn't you know?
c) He he he that was a funny comment.
d) Aha, you got him there.

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