Woohoo, thanks Joya!
When Dink, my little parrot was alive, he died of old age, but in his youth, there was no cat or dog that would scare Dink.
He would attack and bite their ears and noses.
We learned to let him bite the ear and that was a lesson that made it easier to live with them, as when they saw Dink was free, they kept their distance.
Dink was a Petz Conure, he lived with us 24 years, and was an illegal immigrant.........LOL, the Border Patrol took him off a man who had brought him across the desert in a paper sack.........and gave him to a Sheriff’s wife to save, as he did not even have feathers, he was so young.
I once wrote down 130 words that Dink said clearly, and that was 10 years before he died.
Dink kept me bleeding all the time, I had all the food and did not always give him what he thought he was going to get.
If it was a can, Dink wanted it to have beer in it.
One weekend, my brother Ray was visiting, and Ray is always teasing someone, so when Dink began to get very loud and excited, I told Ray to stop teasing him.
Bill, then told me what had happened, Ray had shared his beer with Dink and when he decided that Dink had enough, he attempted to keep Dink out of it, but it was too late, for Dink was hooked on beer.....something that Bill and I rarely drank, so he kept attacking, hoping he would get lucky this time.
ROFL, I found this story on your birthday thread!! I wanted everyone to see it so I copied it over here. It's gonna keep me laughing the rest of the day. Seriously I wish I could write the book of your life story, it would be a best-seller!