Before we got her, we read something about having a parrot being like having a tiny dragon, which sounds really cool if you don't give it a lot of thought (especially if you read the Anne McCaffrey dragon books when you were a kid). Tiny dragon is absolutely correct. She rules the household with her sulky moods. And she was such a darling sunny baby, always singing and talking and snuggling. Now it's all screaming and demanding and general bitchiness. Although she can still be very snuggly- she's snuggling on Tom's shoulder right now making nice cooing noises- but she's worn out from ordering us around all day.
I will say life is much funnier with a parrot around. We give her pecans from our tree, and when she tries to crack them, they shoot out of her claw and hit her in the stomach, and then she gets angry and leaps on the offending nut and attacks it and it hits her again. Epic battle of the biological Kingdoms.
Right now she has climbed down off her perch and run across the floor and is turning in weird fluttery circles like a wind-up toy. At least she is more or less trained not to poop on us.