The bird did try to keep her attention by clicking it's bill quickly together, a challenging or perhaps threatening show. It huffed and set to work digging through Bass' pockets, contented to search for raisins. Bass chuckled and shook his head as he watched the little display.
"Oh, not entirely formal trianing, but I have been painting for many years," he nodded. "It is one of my greater joys in life." with Bass that was something of a wide statement, the man found joy in so very many things. "I am very out of practice, though." He added with a sorrowful look.
Another chuckle as one of the monkey birds began to groom his hair. "Oh no, they are not pets. They are wild... they simply like the soft hearted old man who feeds them far too often."