Posted Jun 14, 2014
My family acquired Pretty Bird when I was a teenager, and it's probably a good thing we didn't get him when I was younger. He was given to us by a family who could not tolerate his foul mouth. He was very vocal and had a very wide range of words and phrases he could say, including some favorites that were not appropriate in polite company. To add to the issue, he sounded very fluent, as if he really knew what he was saying and he would slip the bad words into an otherwise innocuous sentence. I remember hearing him talk to himself at length, keeping up a conversation using three or four different voices, as if a group of people were chatting. A group of psychotic people, given the flow of the topics covered. His name was Pretty Bird because that's what he liked to call himself. He was reasonably easy to take care of (he was not our first budgie) and definitely entertaining.
A few years later my sister acquired a budgie she named Dinner. She let Dinner roam about her apartment much of the time and he developed quite a repertoire of odd habits. He loved scooting coins off the table, taking a both in the acquarium filtration system, and dive bombing visitors. If we were eating, he would march up to our plates and take whatever he wanted. He was an anxious bird, always in jittery motion and chattering to himself. My sister left a lotion bottle on the table and she called it Dinner's psychiatrist, because he frequently ran up to it, bobbed up and down chattering to it, then scuttled away to some new adventure. Dinner's psychiatrist was not very effective, however, since Dinner drowned himself in a pickle jar.
I tried having a budgie in my home but found that I wasn't paying close enough attention to him (I had young children at the time) and was not the best caretaker as a result. They do best when they get frequent attention, which they reward with endless entertainment.