The African Grey? Beautiful plumage!
He must be pinin' for the rainforests.
Fjords. They pine for fjords.
Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I’m looking at one right now. It’s not pinin’, it’s passed on! This parrot is no more! It has ceased to be! It’s expired and gone to meet its maker! This is a late parrot. It’s a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace, if you hadn’t nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies! It’s rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible! This is an ex-parrot!