That bird was awesome. I have a million stories. My dad was a Beatles nut. If you reached in the cage to pet Frampton, he would say "Get Back"
He had the bird before he married my step mom, and Frampton hated her with a passion. He would perch on the curtain rod, swoop down at her, then land back on the rod and go "Hahahahaha".
She called my dad at work one day and said he had to come home, Frampton was trying to kill her. When my dad walked through the door, my mom was in the bedroom with the door closed, and Frampton was slowly walking down the hall, saying "Caaaarole"
That is hilarious.