Chapman entered the room bearing a cage in which perched a parrot. He knew his entrance would cause something of a stir as his friend Keats was fascinated by all things psittacine.
Keats leapt from his chair and scrutinised the bird.
“I imagine you can identify the species” said Chapman.
“Judging by its cinereous plumage I would say it's an example of Psittacus erithacus”
“Is it really?” muttered Chapman, previously unaware of its Linnaean name, “and from where exactly does it hail?”
“Well,” began Keats, “it used to be distributed throughout the Congo and adjacent countries, but so many have been trapped for the pet trade that there are few left in the wild and their range is difficult to define”
“I see, so it's something of an African Grey area...” proffered Chapman, unhelpfully.