They are loud, obnoxious, devilish, destructive, entertaining ... and horny. I'll get to that last bit in a minute.
We keep them separated for several reasons. The blue guy is the older of the two and very aggressive (he killed his original cage mate, a darling little yellowish green sweetie-pie). Since I don't believe in isolating critters who naturally live in bird herds (by the bazillion I'm told), we bought a replacement 'friend' for the bully ... and another cage. They are side-by-side, within smoochy distance but the white one is safe.
Fine, be like that.
I had his little buddy eating out of my hand, so who needed him! Until 'Petey' was discovered belly-up and mauled, I ignored the SOB's bad manners. Now I suspect jealousy might have played a part ... and I must own up to a certain level of complicity.
You're probably wondering what we call him. Well, at first it was several uncomplimentary names but finally we settled on PervBird. Not because of his mirror fixation - most budgies have that if you provide a shiny reflective surface anywhere in their vicinity.
Nooo, it's a thing he does that involves a wing spread for balance, a foot clutching any projection within reach and a rather enthusiastic contact sport with whatever he's perching on. I'd need birdie-cam to capture this - it's really hard to describe but anyone who's seen it knows *exactly* what I mean. The usual reactions are *facepalms*, *eye rolls* or snorts of laughter, usually all three in quick succession.
It's porn ... with feathers.
PervBird is *not* a good influence. Unfortunately he taught her to spazz whenever I put a hand in the cage, so now we have two feral wingnuts.
Where NewBird wins in the personality contest is her delightful ability to pick up plastic balls and throw them in the air. She's incredibly strong and persistent ... and very, very busy.
And yes, she does the great escape ... onto PervBird's cage where she crawls along the top and up and down the sides, deviling him while he pretends she's not there.
We also have cats, mostly outdoors, but not always. This is why God invented twist ties. NewBird takes that as a challenge.
One other thing with NewBird. She has a condition wherein her beak grows at an unnatural rate (you can see how long it is in comparison with PervBird's). That requires 1) capturing her with a bare hand (do-able but it requires patience), 2) transferring squirming feathered fiend into a terry towel and wrapping said fiend carefully in its soft embrace (terry's good because it absorbs the blood quickly), 3) turning her upside down and using nail clippers, trim the beak back without a) traumatizing the bird or b) amputating her tongue which flicks out at an alarming rate while trying to embed the beak portion within the clipper teeth, then 4) returning the totally PO'd bird to her cage and 5) vacuuming up all the seed and feathers that ended up on the floor and finally 6) grabbing the keys for the truck for yet another trip to Rite Aid.
At the hacienda ... I live to serve.