It is heartbreaking to contemplate, and devastating to see. My first Grey, Lestat, was a huge wild caught Congo that I rescued in the 70s. He was in terrible shape. As he healed he became such a majestic bird and I loved hearing him make the native sounds from his homeland. I always contemplated what his life in the wild was like and how traumatizing and confusing it had to be for him to wind up living indoors where he was further abused and neglected. When the two of us got together, I expected nothing from him and just wanted him to heal and live the rest of his life in peace. As much as I have loved my feathered companions (r.i.p.) and my current HRH Inara, I would prefer a world where parrots remain free to roam the skies and we curtail the breeding and selling of these remarkable creatures. Thank you for posting this as a reminder to us all that as long as there is the desire, there will be those unscrupulous lot that capitalize on it.
PS: thank you for all you do here. Managing a website can be such a thankless job.