My husband and I--many years ago, when we were young and foolish--bought a cockatoo (a large white parrot). I had smaller birds when I was younger and had always dreamed of having a large parrot who was highly intelligent. At the time, we lived in an apartment, but the guy at the pet store assured us (of course) that the bird would be quiet and all would be well. NOT. She was loud as hell, squawking and screaming all the time, and she was incredibly demanding of our time, attention, our food, etc. It was sort of like having a kid, except without much reward :) The bird also was somewhat aggressive toward my husband because she (or he?) was obsessed with me and very jealous. When I was pregnant with my first child, we knew we'd have to find her a new home because we couldn't take a chance that she'd be aggressive toward the baby. This was a big bird with a big beak! We found her a GREAT home where there were several other..
at 12:58 PM on Aug. 12, 2010