From the "you don't get out much, do you?" file we have the discovery that parrots dance to music. The "discovery," which just about any parrot lover in the past, I don't know, three thousand years or so could've told these guys about, may lead to insights into how consciousness works.
Swoozie's not much into dancing now that she has her space collar on. She mostly walks over, looks balefully at you, then thuds the collar down on the ground. She'll stay in that position until someone acknowledges she is in fact a very poor birdie who has been done wrong. Which is usually Ellen, who is having some serious mom-burd issues over this whole thing.