Quaker decision-making

I have a friend who's an art teacher and she posted on Facebook that she was in need of storage bins of any and all sizes, if anyone had some to spare. I did, and I cleaned them up (bird poop, LOL) yesterday and stacked them up to take them to her today. I figured I'd better keep at least one, even if I don't have a use for it at the moment, because as sure as I gave them all away, I'd desperately need one the next day. But I couldn't decide which to keep. I had five of them, all sizes. Clyde was of course on my shoulder and I asked him to decide. I pointed to one and said "Should we keep that one?"

"SQUAWK," he said.

I took that for "no." I pointed to another. "How about that one?"

"CHIRP!" he said.

"Does that mean yes?"

"Ho-ho-ho," he said. 

Jade was no help. She was yelling, "What IS the point? What is the POINT???" Good question, Jade.

Let's try again to make sure we all understand one another. Pointed to choice A: "Should we keep that one?"

"Ho-ho-ho." 

"Or this one?" 

"CHIRP" and a kiss on the cheek. 

"Okay, we'll keep that one," I said, and packed up the others and set them by the door. I put the one we're keeping on the shelf underneath Freddie's cage (the only place I could think of to put it) and Clyde didn't even pull my hair for carrying a large object around as he normally would have. I suppose that means I understood his directions correctly.