This is a picture of Zora when I first brought her home. I bought her from a college student who had been given her by his grandmother.  He told me she is 7 years old, his grandmother got her from someone who had bought her from a breeder.
    The guy had two other greys in a small outdoor aviary, along with Zora, who had apparently three days before decided to barricade herself into a metal nest box, screaming if anyone approached. When I caught a glimpse of her I noticed her neck and the back of her head had been plucked.
     I looked at her and saw possibility's, sure I had never worked with a parrot in my life, but if I could tame her I could make it so she'd have a chance at a good life.
     By the time we got her into a crate, and loaded in the car she was panting so hard from screaming I was worried she'd have a heart attack.
      We got her home and I simply put her and the crate into the cage. About an hour later I opened the crate, it did not take her long to decide to explore. When I came back to check on her I sat down and whistled to her, she whistled back. Within a day she had shown us her entire whistling collection.