My great grandad got a couple of cockatoos when he was in his 20s right after ww2 and they still managed to outlive him. Only by a few weeks mind you - poor things starved themselves to death out of grief after he died. He told us not to worry about rehoming them because he knew they wouldn't be able to take the loss of loosing him at such an age.

He only had them because he took up conservation work and they're just, native to Australia. They lived out in a big aviary he'd built with trees and bushes and even a water feature along with other birds he ended up aquiring. I adored those birds, but I genuinely can't understand how or why you'd keep such a big beautiful intelligent bird as a pet in a cage on the other side of the world and it always weirds me out when I see these birds I grew up watching roam free eating all our damn lemons in someone's house as a pet. It's like if you an American saw someone keeping a racoon as a pet.