I had the choice of four weaned young greys. I talked to the breeder at least once a week and she decided the youngest, which I named Sweetpea would be the best for me as Sweetpea was the quietest and most mellow of the four. I of course was delighted. When all four greys were finally weaned I drove a few hours to go get Sweetpea. The breeder, Millie, took Sweepea from the cage and she immediate bite me and ran back into the cage. The next one was calm and liked to sit on my hand and was the oldest. The next two just totally ignored me and wanted back in the cage. I asked for the second back and she stayed with me and the breeder, my grandson and I decided this was my grey and she had chosen me. I was disappointed as I had my heart set on the youngest, but the oldest was the one who chose me and it was the right decision and I was grateful for the wisdom of Millie to bring the babies out one at a time to present me to them.