They kept him indoors, in their parlor looking out the picture window. The house is a little bigger than a shoe box. It is on the street behind our's but the backs of our property adjoin, separated by a stand of large trees that do nothing to abate the noise.
I donated my parrot to the Berkshire Bird Paradise. The owners told me that people do not realize what they are getting into with parrots and after a few years just want them out of their lives. I had mine for 23 years and there were times I wanted to choke it. When we were caring for Ava when she was a baby the parrot went insane because we were paying more attention to Ava. It took a large chunk out of my thumb while I was putting food in the cage, that convinced me that it was time to take action.
I lost a friend over a small parrot.
She LOVED that bird and let it loose in the house almost all the time. She INSISTED that everyone let it land on them 'because he's so social and needs to interact with everyone'. Everytime he came near me he bit the blood out of whatever he could reach. I went home with bandaged fingers several times and just tried to avoid him. The day he landed on my head and nearly sliced through my earlobe he got swatted off onto the floor. I was told to leave and was never asked back. 
