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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.