My grandma had a friend when I was a little kid that had the sweetest little parakeet.  He would get on her shoulder at mealtime and bow his little head and "murmur" a prayer with her. . . he talked alot too, but I will never forget that little bird with its head bowed murmuring his prayer. . .sweet as could  be.
	
		
			
		
		
	
				
			
	
	
	