Our cockatiel turned 26 at some point this summer. He's my office buddy and proximity alert.

Yes, I work from home, but he's been to workplaces before, and nothing so boring as a simple office. My wife got him as a chick in college, and he still needed a little bit of syringe feeding, so for a week or two she took him to the restaurant where she was a server and got her manager to put him in the business office away from any food prep areas. I've known him since he was around 5, and I'm not entirely sure whether my being able to get him to fly to me made her jealous or made her love me more. Maybe both. :-)

He's finally, in the last year or so, visually showing his age just a bit, though he's still got the energy to molt and grow new feathers, and he's also still loud and an active climber, although he doesn't like to come out of his cage anymore, even when the door is open. "Flying" is also more "falling with style" these days, but he gets quite the attitude when he needs help to get back to the cage. I feel pretty good that we've still got a year or more with him, though you never really know with birds. I'm just glad his vain little self has decided to grace us with his presence for so long.

The best moment in our current house was the day a local hawk caught sight/ear of him through the cracked-open window, then perched on that black fence you can just see in the background, and finally lazily swooped in for an easy meal, only to thump into the "force field" of glass. Hawky boi was fine after a few minutes resting back on the fence, but I wouldn't have thought you could identify "WTF" as a bird emotion before that day. He's returned once, though he didn't try the swoop again.

I'm sure he would say think you by cheeping sweetly, then hissing like an asthmatic snake.