I loved reading everyone's Origin stories. Ant's was so sad, I'm so sorry you lost Congo like that.
I've always loved birds because of my birder parents. My entire life I wanted a parrot, everytime I saw one in a pet store I would beg my mom for it lol I wanted to watch all the bird movies, and loved reading bird books as well as finding feathers.
In high school one of my best friends introduced me to a elderly couple that lived down the street from her. Lou and Betty loved parrots(Betty especially). When I met them they had a blue and gold named Sun Dance, 2 Congo African Greys named Bonnie And Earnie, a male lutino indian ringneck named Sweets, and several cockatiels(I remember one was named Cheeks).
I became very good friends with Betty, I found it so sad that we were so alike yet separated so much by age. I would visit with Betty at least once a week and just talk for hours on end. She told me lots of stories from when she was young, such as meeting Grace Kelly and being open palls with her until she died, how her himalayan cat was the cat from homeward bound, and how the Italian mafia gave her family(when she was a little kid) in chicago one giant piece of meet that they would share with the other Italian families.
A few years after I met Betty she got a galah that she name Rosie. A women was sitting out side of a local chain pet store trying to give her away. As Betty walked in she told her she had a beautiful bird(although Rosie really looked pathetic). The lady asked if Betty would take her bird, because her husband was going to kill the bird. Not knowing what the birds name was Betty decided to call her Rosie, as it's a very common galah named and she might have been called that at some point in her life.
Rosie was in a tiny cage, Lou had to cut the cage to get her out. She was terrified of men, and unhealthy. If a guy walked by she dropped to the bottom of her cage, often hurting herself. She also had a broken leg, but Betty didn't relize it. She did know that there wasn't something wrong, and made sure Rosie walked a little everyday thinking that it would help
Betty had Rosie for 5 years, and over time her memory got worse, her bad back restricted her to staying in the house and kept her in constant pain and on a lot of pills. The last few years it was very hard for her to give Rosie any attention other than opening up her cage. Luckily Rosie's cage, as well as her surviving African grey Earnie's cage were in the living room that she spent nearly all her time. Whenever I visited I always sat next to Rosie's cage and would pet her the whole time, and she grew very fond of me. Betty said if anything ever happened to her that Rosie was mine.
One day when I went over to visit they asked if I would like to take Rosie, it was just getting to hard for her to care for her birds. At the time I didn't relize it, but Rosie was horribly u healthy from eating her staple seed diet(with jelly beans as daily treats). She was emaciated, had organ failure, terribly weak legs, learned hopelessness. She was catatonic. When I realized how unhealthy she was a few months later I cried for not realizing it.
I could never bring myself to tell Betty that the diet she gave Rosie was killing her. I knew it would have crushed her, she was so loving and kind. Sadly she passed away in October. Although I miss her, I know she was in so much pain and was perfectly fine with passing away.