My wife and kids are allergic to dogs and cats, so a long time ago, we bought a parrot.  Named him Groucho.  Turns out, he hates me, I mean really hates me (and most men).  But he loves my wife, and would be so happy if I was out of the picture.  After 38 years, that’s right, I said 38 years, the only word he knows is “Hello”.  Makes lots of other sounds that are either totally annoying or I would have to admit are cute. 

Like other animals, food is his life, but he wouldn’t make it for a day out in the wild.