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!
LOL, yes, there are more stories about Dink than I can post today.
One of these days I will tell you about our years with him, he was an amazing bird.
The cops wife gave him to me, as he was pulling all his feathers out, at about 3 years of age, it took her a year to say
“come and get him”, but she thought that I might help him and if he was with other birds, he would stop pulling feathers.
He was never cured, I suspect it was having been raised on people food and not by Mama bird.
I went the 25 miles to get him, complete with a six foot cage, LOL, I thought he was going to be a big bird, but he was the size of a Cockatiel or a little smaller.
We put him in a travel cage and away I went, and he set there and bitched all the way home, sounded like a drunk,
“OK, OK,OK” over and over.
I was late getting home, poor Bill had not even been able to get to the house, he still had the mail in hand, as we had goats kidding and he was busy with them.
We set up the cage and put Dink in it and found something for dinner and fell into bed, well past bedtime.
I woke up the next morning to hear Bill saying over and over
“I’m putting my pants on,dammit, I told you I am putting my pants on”........
Please note, I did not get up with Bill in the morning, that was his silent time and he did not speak, his sister was the same way.
He had gone out to start his coffee and when Dink saw him, a stranger to Dink, Dink started asking questions and got stuck on “WHAT are you doing???”, over and over.
I thought it was funny, Bill didn’t.
Then I got up, Dink took one look at me and started yelling,
“I want a bath!!!”.
So I gave him a bowl of water, and that made him yell even louder.
When I told the Man I got him from, he said “Sorry we forgot to give you the cake pan that you put in the sink and turn the water on real slow, a trickle and Dink takes a bath. “
In later years, he just sat on my shoulder, while I showered.