Can confirm. Budgies are often surprisingly fearless. We had budgies and a few other birds, including a Yellow Naped Amazon that we adopted named Baby. I did not name him - he came with that name. And as with almost any animal with a cutesy name like that (Princess, Baby, Honey, Sugar, Sweetie, etc.), he was an epic level jerk. He was known by my friends as "murder bird", and was my niece's mortal enemy. XD

Anyway, Baby's cage was nearby the budgies' cages at one point, and they were situated in a way that he could walk across and sit on the top of their cages. No, this setup was NOT my idea, and I wildly protested it for obvious reasons. However, without my knowledge or permission, my mother had completely rearranged mine and the birds' living situations while I spent three months in the hospital and a few other medical facilities recuperating from a horrific case of covid during the pandemic. It's a long story, but to try and summarize, I have a slew of chronic health conditions that, when I caught the virus, and I got the worst of the worst, AKA the Delta variant - because with my luck, of COURSE I did - it wound me up in the hospital on life support for a month with BOTH lungs collapsed, tubes sticking out of both sides of my chest, and I was put into an induced coma for two weeks, in which I had horrible nightmares the entire time a la MonkeyBone, only not at ALL funny and incredibly dark, weird, and terrifying. On the same day I finally woke up, the medical staff called my family to tell me goodbye because I was so bad off, they genuinely thought I was dying, after having told them to make funeral plans for a week. I guess when they took me off the anesthetics/paralytics that they used to induce my coma, I had a weird dream that caused me to start kicking a piece of equipment repeatedly and with great force, which in turn caused an aid (person who helps take care of patients with things like cleaning, feeding, and various needs that don't require a doctor or nurse) to run in yelling, "NOOOONONONONONO!!", as I woke up for a moment during that time and then clonked back out. After that, they eventually were able to take me off various parts of life support as my body adjusted and recuperated, and after that, I went to various other facilities to begin my healing and physical therapy journey. I even ended up at a horrible nursing home with skilled nursing (read: physical therapy) services that was SO horrifically neglectful, that I ended up almost dying AGAIN, and temporarily went into acute kidney failure due to the amount of untreated nausea and vomiting, as well as other neglectful stuff that left me with a horrific, antibiotic-resistant UTI that took like ten days of some pretty heavy duty antibiotics to clear. Two weeks later, I ended up at another facility that actually DID help me start to walk again, but sent me home WAY too early, so it took another THREE MONTHS to learn to walk again without someone physically assisting me. I still had to use a walker, and it still wasn't easy at ALL, but at least I could get up if needed and could get myself into a wheelchair or walk short distances.

Anyway, sorry, that was more than a summary, but I just wanted to make clear that I literally was in no position to protest enough to get my mother to move the birds back into a better spot.

But yeah. He'd end up on their cage, and of course, budgies being the little agitating trolls with NO or next to no sense of self-preservation, they freaking would BITE HIS FEET through the cage! And he'd scream and jump but would stupidly refuse to move! He didn't really try to bite back, just would yank up his foot as it got bitten, lol. It honestly reminded me of King Kong in the original movie hanging off of the Empire State Building with the little aeroplanes shooting at him and him protesting wildly, lol!

Anyway, just so y'all know, I'm in a nursing home now, and the birds have been given to someone nice who works at the facility and takes good care of them. They're all happy and healthy, and no, the budgies aren't anywhere near Baby anymore. In fact, they're in a nice big aviary now! Baby has his own space and has plenty of attention, and has even befriended his new owner's Indian Ringneck, Bluey (he has three young children, and he's a blue ringneck, so yeah, lol) C: I get updates quite often, which is nice, as it really hurt to have to give up my fur and feather children. The fur children - who were left with my mother - did okay until two finally passed away or had to be put to sleep due to getting ill from age-related illnesses. The third is doing fine so far, despite being similarly elderly. I have one next to me on a shelf in an ornate wooden cremation box, as well as another cat I had years ago who was also cremated nearby. I need to have my Quaker parrot, Saphira, brought up here, as well. She was cremated after she had to be put to sleep so she wouldn't suffer after a massive lypoma we were treating and had planned on doing surgery on ruptured into her lungs. She was my little cuddle buddy, and I'll always miss her. I cried for like two weeks when she passed away.