Oh my god that is so sweet! That must have been magical to have raised a wild bird! Chip sounded absolutely delightful to have the honor of raising and befriending! And your SIL is so sweet to have given you a budgie (assuming you were 100% prepared at the time) that healed your heart!My heart bird was a little Chipping sparrow named Chip. Something happened and his mom didn't return to the nest outside our house. His siblings we found passed away but Chip was a little fighter. I brought him inside and did my best to care for him, never actually expecting him to make it. His eyes weren't opened so when they did he imprinted on me. He had no idea he was a bird; he would sit on the window sill watching wild birds outside like a little kid saying, "cool look at the birds!" but no recognition that they were actually his species! He shared breakfast (and any other meals he could) with me every day. He loved bagels, pasta, broccoli, and steak lol! Chip would sit on the bed while I folded laundry, perch on my knee or shoulder while we watched a movie, and basically be with me all the time no matter what I was doing. If he couldn't be, we were contact calling back and forth to stay in touch with each other! He was a fierce fly hunter; if we held him up to a fly on the window he would snatch it up with lightening speed. He was with my family during a very hard time that lasted over a month. I don't know how I would have made it through without him. When Chip passed, I felt like part of my heart died too. My family knew I was struggling and for Christmas that year my brother and sister-in-law gave me a sky blue opaline budgie who I named Humphrey Bogart. He helped heal my heart and was really the bird who turned me into a "bird person." The rest is history, lol!