My Mom learned parroting because of me. I've always been fascinated with birds and as a family when we found a hurt critter we'd take it in and do what we could, lots of baby birds and we always had all kinds of pets. We also had Budgies when we were little kids and I always wanted a parrot so I got a BeeBee parrot when I was 11 or 12 I think. I managed to eventually wear him down til he chose me and we were great friends but my step dad hated him so after a while he forbade me letting him out. Ralph did not understand that so one day I snuck him out and he was upset and attacked me. It totally hurt my feelings so in a fit with my step dad urging me on I packed him up and sold him back to the store I got him from.
I have regretted that to this day and my mom was furious with him and never forgave him. When my real dad died flying a plane into a mountain when I was about 18 I still wanted a parrot so my mom convinced step dad to let me get another bird. She found TWO Maximilian Pionus parrots together and we made a deal for them as they were very quiet and calm birds and appeared to be brothers so shop wanted them to stay together. That was Ferd and Nerd bird and they were inseparable. Ferd was the bigger, gentle, and nicely feathered one of the set, Nerd was skinny, very skittish, and had all kinds of yellow and white feathers and was missing some flights on his left wing. A few years in Ferd very suddenly fell ill and died the same day, Nerd and I grieved and bonded and we were best buds for 31 years. Mom always cared about him, and when he finally left us in 2009 we Found Lurch and I brought him home. He was nothing like Nerd. He was scared to death, mad at the world, and quick to bite without any warning. Over 5 years we came to a understanding and he chose me and would fly after me if I tried to leave the room. Mom would come over and try to interact with him if he seemed to be in a good mood and one day she reached to touch him and he NAILED her. She of course couldn't help it and pulled away suddenly and pulled him right off the chair he was on kicking and screaming and hanging onto her finger. After he let go and nobody was seriously hurt mom said oh, that was my fault, I shouldn't have reached for him and pulled away when he snapped at me, I hope he's alright.
She always cared for my birds or any critters we've had and always seems to find the good in anything they do even with a bloody finger.
Now Dobby for some reason LOVES to mess with her when she comes over, lunging and bluffing and making noise at her and she has nothing but love for him. Either she reminds him of his grandma that had a stroke so he knew she was different and wouldn't play with her anymore, or he just loves the way she screams and reacts when he messes with her. She is so far the only person I'm worried he may bite, he loves everyone he meets, but she deals with him and we keep an eye on those two.