It is like that. You'll whip your head around to call your special bird, and he isn't there. It really hurts.
When our Westie passed, and he was a singly kept budgie, and a talker, I went into a pet store a few days later and saw a kakariki; she was perched on top of a cage. The salesman lied to me that the kak was a male, not that it mattered. I adopted her just to get her out of the pet store.
I adored that bird, we called her 'Sneak'. She was with us for about two and a half years; we didn't know at the time that kakarikis don't generally have a long life span.
We adopted a male budgie, Newman, shortly afterwards because we missed budgie chatter and song -- it's so cheerful, isn't it?
Newman fell in love with Sneak, but she loathed him.
See the hole that Sneak made for herself on our blinds?
She and Newman are being quiet in this pic; but she doesn't like him.
Sneak lost it a couple of seconds later with Newman; I was so lucky to have had my camera on hand.
Sneak: "I warned you, Newman!"