He is very delicate and careful, thanks. He chirrups in thanks, and takes off with a few flaps. He's well used to landing on shoulders and keeping his toes from digging in--his mistress could have very mercurial moods, and so he did his best to be careful when resting there.

He clicks his beak and shakes his head. He's never had chance nor reason to learn, and indeed who would teach him?