This is the second time I have lost a parrot, I've had birds for 40 years, but never a big parrot, he was so much work, but I loved him, he was so abused and neglected and I worked for him for a long time to learn to trust and eat healthy and come out and play and to be a happy parrot. He talked, he interacted with me, right now I would be talking to him and he's not here. The house is so quiet, I talked to him all night, first thing in the morning, he was terrified when I first got him. He was almost bald, underweight, dirty cage, and I taught him how to drink fresh water out of bowl, his previous owner had gerbil bottle hanging outside of his cage with brown water in it. I had to throw his perches away, took me 3 days to clean the crude off his cage. I taught him to scoot over instead of taking a chunk out of my arm when I gave him fresh water. He loved pumpkin seeds and nutriberries, I gave him breakfast of warm veggies, fresh seed, clean cage, twice a day. I am in so much pain over his loss. I wasn't prepared, I thought ok meds and we go home.