I never was the trainer.
If anything, I am the trainee, the student of the real trainers, my birdies.
But somehow, it is strange what my birdies (and beasties too) will do for me, their trainee.
Words are cheap . One can claim that they are world class trainers for all that they want.
This is what my birdies do for me.
And what you can do with your birdies.
Try getting off your high horses about you as the trainer or in need of world class trainers to train you as a trainer.
Try being a student to your birdies, which was what I did.
Nothing more. Nothing less
And also with what boffins, experts and users of mult syllibic words classified
aviary birds (whatever is meant by that, go ask them).
I treated them just as birds , except with straight bills instead of hooked bills and also singing to me as well.
Yingshiong, a wild caught white rumped shama given to my care
Libai, a Greater Greenleaf bird