What's wrong with any of us?

Bowie the little bird: "Breee-aack, breeeee-aaack!"
Mithu: "Who's that?"
Me: "It's Bowie, the other bird that lives here. You remember her."
Mithu: "What's wrong with her?"
Me: "Nothing, she's just fine, except that she's afraid of you and that's why she
lives in another room."
Mithu: "ooooh."

Now, I'm not wondering about the fact that I've just had what amounts to a conversation with a parrot. I'm wondering if she really has regret that she is the cause of Bowie having to live in another part of the house, and that we have to limit contact between our birds. Bowie reacts to Mithu pretty much the same way she reacts to crows outside- which is with alarm at their dangerous and reckless natures.
Mithu is, perhaps, dangerous and reckless.