My G2 was "given" to me to my elderly neighbors who used to run a "pet bird sanctuary". Basically they used to take in unwanted parrots and do their best to re-home them. They did their best but some of the stories they told me about previous rescues had not-so-good endings.
Griffin came from a breeder originally, and was bought by a young couple who liked him until he was no longer a cuddly chick, then moved him into the garage when he became "bitey and screamy" and re-homed him with a young male friend of theirs who "wanted him". The young man treated him very inappropriately, and was physically intimidating and abusive. Griffin was then "rescued" by the young man's aunt- a well-meaning woman in her late 50s- as a "companion" for her elderly mom... who quickly realized she couldn't handle him either and called my even more elderly neighbors. They took him in and asked me to come and "work" with him, as he had bitten both of them pretty badly and also their adult daughter, and grandson. The two small dogs in the home were afraid of him too. I went over just to "help them out" & see what I could do with some clicker training ( I have been a horse and dog trainer since college), and Griffin just took a liking to me. It was mutual. They "gave" him to me for Christmas (surprise!) and I took two weeks researching- when I discovered MyToos for the first time- and deciding whether or not I could reasonably take him on and provide him with a positive environment... and another three trying to get a decent cage shipped to me without damage so that he could be safely enclosed in my office )I'd like him in the living room, but safety first- so he's in my office while I get the dogs used to the noise and the bird smells and visa versa. I spend a lot of time in my office anyhow, and it's got nice light.
After being shuttled through at least 5 homes in his young life (the foster family and vet think he's in the 2-3 year range), Griffin has now found a "forever home" with me, my two rescue dogs, and my boyfriend (who is still more than a little intimidated by the beak- smart man!)
Griffin came to me with his original cage(his original cage was one of the smallest I've ever seen- 12in wide x 13in high x 20in long., a chewed up 1/2 in wooden dowel perch and two rusting food and water bowls, a big bag of department store seed mix, and an old green sheet they covered him with. His foster family gave me the book "All About the Parrots" by Arthur Freud (c. 1980), and also gave me the play-stand they had purchased for him- a PennPlax sized for a parakeet (complete with copper bell which I removed as soon as I saw it), and said they had been keeping him away from it because "he was just chewing it up". (Again- well meaning foster-folks, and I'm so thankful they brought Griff and I together, but their bird rescue information/methods are from the 1970s/80s, when they bred finches and budgies.)
Thanks to MyToos and the other resources I've discovered, Griffin and I seem to be doing pretty well so far. Cross your toes for us
As usual- I've written a long-ish answer to a short question!