My grandpa has the most badass bird ever. Whenever I walk into the room, it says my name and whistles at me. He doesn't fly because his wings are clipped, and I've never seen a single feather around the house. He only bites you if you put your finger below him, so you always want leverage on him. At times, he'll have conversations with my grandma, that you can understand pefectly. He dances all day to music, and yells at you when the music isn't on. The only thing that annoys me is when we play cards on the table next to the cage, he'll come over, then pick up all the cards and turn them around. They actually bought him a a woman once, but he literally talked her to death by the next day.
