This site is confusing, and I just lost a long post because it decided I wasn't registered. I'll try to remember what I said....
Thank you for telling me about Tyco. It's encouraging. Four homes in four years is terrible. When I was trying to rehome Reagan - I saw myself as a foster mom when I first took him from the store - a woman who runs a bird sanctuary told me it's better for a bird to go to a breeder than to be in multiple homes. I would imagine that home after home is devastating for these creatures. But when I went to see a breeder with the idea of swapping my bird, and saw all those birds paired up in stark cages, I said: no way is Reagan going there.
The new sulfur crested cockatoo is home. We're calling her Angel. She is so sweet, such a dear. Really, the two birds are as different as night and day. I have them with me in the office while I'm working, and already Angel wants to be on me all the time and I have to encourage her to play with her toys. After trying to get Reagan on my hand last night I was bitten again for my efforts.
What do these greys really want? I keep hearing about how intelligent they are, and it causes me some anxiety. How do I have a happy bird - especially when you consider his start in life? I read "Alex and Me" over Christmas, and was interested to learn that Alex never tired of chewing, that he liked to chew out openings in cardboard boxes. Well, there's a clue.
By the way, I am thinking that perhaps Alex died fairly young because he never had an opportunity to fly. In no way am I being critical of Dr. Irene - it's just a thought.