All Cockatiels are whack. So, I was moving to VA with my roommate circa 1993, and he was helping me move. My dad says, "You want to take the bird?" HELL NO! I'm loading the truck, he asks my roommate, "You want to take the bird?" What does my roommate say? "Sure!" Fucker. We drove him 1600 miles from Texas to Virginia and installed him at our residence. Yeah, I cut him once trying to trim his feathers, slippery bastard. Mostly, it took the both of us to do it right. What a shitbox that bird was! OMG - everywhere. Anyway, he was getting kinda stinky and wouldn't bathe in his birdbath (anything 'new' he COMPLETELY FREAKED OUT OVER until we removed it from his cage) so he started showering with me. He liked that. And sometimes, I'd take him for drives (after a good clipping) and let him out in the woods and such. Then I took him to Nebraska with me (notice how I ended up with the little bastard?) and I was gone a lot, so I bought him a little friend. Basically, I couldn't afford another Cockateil, so I bought him a Parakeet to pick on. And pick on him he did! He pecked on that little bastard day and night. The Parakeet was bald within a week. But hey, it kept him company.
Leaving for Washington D.C. tomorrow. I ruined my beret when I washed it. I was so looking forward to wearing it since I was going back to our nation's capitol. Sorry photogoot. Perhaps I can pick up a new one while I'm there? Look for the details in a protected post, along with some Blonde.