Having someone tell you a parrot is loud, messy and expensive is helpful, but it comes as close to explaining a parrot as the word wet explains water. It's deeper and wider than one can imagine, and to sincerely know it is to live it.
Falling in love with a companion parrot is not hard. It isn't even work. Falling in love is simply falling for the nuances and traits they bring to us every day. I fell hard for our Butters. I fell right off a cliff.
Benjy's personality is every bit as big as Rocky's and he is a far better talker -- not that I care if he talks, but it's a bonus. He was a pet shop budgie and it took considerable time to convince him to be tame, but the day he decided to be tame, he was instantly tame. Hopped onto my hand and he's been there ever since. He worships the Quakers and follows them around and has achieved what I once thought impossible: Jade allows him into her cage. Jade doesn't allow ANYBODY into her cage and I am only allowed to clean and refill food and water. Benjy achieved this through sheer, stubborn persistence until even Jade was worn down and gave up. Benjy celebrated his 10th birthday in September and is just as active and ornery as ever.