When I was a kid the only pet we could have was a parakeet. My mom wouldn't let us get a cat or a dog. Anyway that little guy was a hoot ! We would let him out of his cage and he would seriously fly all over the house. He sat on the lampshades, off the curtains, land on the dinner table when we were eating (he liked steak), and in the bathroom he sat on a glass shelf and we could swing the mirror over to so he could talk to himself. He had baths in the sink. He lived 12 years and I loved that bird so much - good memories !
Funny, I had a dream about parakeets last night.
He had a mirror, and a cuddlebone, of course seed and water. We would stick lettuce or bread in between the spaces on the cage and he loved it !