Talking Parrot, It is an old story that has been around so you might aught to skip it.

Our Youngest brother is a military type of guy, a drill sergeant to be exact. Since then he has worked his way up to the rank of Major. He was born on Halloween plus he had four older ornery brothers to advise and train him as he grew up. I say this to make excuses for him as he is four times more ornery than he would normally have been. He had a parrot that rode around on his shoulder when he drilled the soldiers. The parrot was worse than he was about stuff. He, the parrot got to where he didn't have control of his bowels and accidentaly or on purpose made a mess of his shoulder area. Bro had to do something so he took him to his home in the country. But the blasted thing every morning, as was his habit when he was at the base, to fly to his bed  and peck him on the nose, saying, "Arrrk get up sarge, it is time to get the troops out." Bro would take him by the neck and say, "Hey there is no troops here and besides I am on leave now don't do that anymore. Next morning he repeated the act and my bro, exceeding angry, got up and threw him in the chicken house and went back to sleep. About noon he awoke and thought maybe he ought not to have put the parrot in with the Rhode Island Red Rooster who would kill any male bird of any kind. He went to the chicken house and threw open the door. There were piles of black and white and red chickens lying under the roost dead, wings, legs and heads torn off. Then his eyes almost bugged out as he seen sixteen brown chickens standing at attention, their shoulder back, chests stuck out, and there was the Parrot striding back and forth saying, "Arrrrrk the next time I tell you to fall out in Kakis I mean it.