Thank you, Bohemian. Yes, they certainly do worm their way into our hearts. I was heartbroken when my parakeet died. I had taken pictures of him on the floor with his toys, so I took one of the photos to have it enlarged, framed it, and then placed it on my nightstand next to my bed.
I had been told my parakeet was a female, and I named it Bridget. Months later, the vet informed me it was male. I just shortened his name to Bridge.
Bridge had just started talking before he died. He would sit on my shoulder while I washed his cage in the bathroom sink. He'd look in the mirror and say, "pretty bird." I don't remember ever saying that to him, so don't know how he picked that up.
Bridge wasn't artistic like the dancing birds in the videos. But he was athletic; he played basketball.

I would set a little whiffle-type ball between two perches in his cage and he would pick up the ball in his beak and throw it across his cage into his food dish. He was quite good at making baskets! Maybe I should've named him Wilt.