True story- as opposed to some stories I could cite- When my daughter was little I frequently took her to a Doll House museum at the Oregon Coast. The proprietor kept a Myna bird and my daughter was fascinated by him.

When we entered, he would yell, Hello! Hello! My name is Rebel.

Then, I'm a Myna bird. Are you a Myna bird? Well, well, well.

And then he would laugh insanely.

When we left, he'd call after us, Goodbye! Goodbye! Come again!

When I was little my family visited a roadside attraction. As we wandered down the isles, a giant Cockatoo on a post leaned W A Y down, peered into my face, and warbled, Hello, little girl.

I, a little Amish girl, had never in my life heard of a bird that could talk, and straight away fell in love with Cockatoos.