When I was 21 I moved in with my Uncle, who lived in Oregon City. One if the first things I noticed about his house was the huge bird cage in the living room. My uncle had a bird and his name was Gonzo. Now Gonzo was the type of bird that talked and very well! When you said “Hi Gonzo” he would say “Hello” it was so cute! Now Gonzo was not always the easiest bird to get a log with. For some reason he did not like men unless it was my uncle. Every time I would bring a boyfriend to our house the bird would get angry and start squawking! To get him to stop making so much noise I had to cover his cage up with a blanket. After a few minutes he would always calm down.
I still remember the time my uncle was cleaning his cage out and Gonzo went crazy! Gonzo and my uncle had not been getting along very well and I think it was because Gonzo was getting lonely. Anyways my uncle went to clean his cage and Gonzo flew out and started attacking my uncle! I had to get a broom stick to help get Gonzo off him.
It has been many years since i have seen Gonzo. I know my uncle still has him and they are getting along a lot better now. I will never forget that crazy bird!
Sounds like a crazy bird!