Every day I learn something new. I practice everything, especially my flying. Well, I call it flying anyway. I can't lift my feet half an inch from the floor, or if you want to be specific about it: I can't even raise my head or my wings. My family said that when I am training my wings, I look like a gigantic bee with my head on the floor and my bum in the air like that; especially because I don't have any feathers yet. They'll develop, don't worry. I'm only a baby still.
They say that you get used to everything. This is true, but still we miss our Dandy. We phone to the refugee center regularly to ask about our Dandy, and the answers are always the same: Dandy is still in quarantine but fine, he has adjusted well, he has stopped picking his feathers, he is between other Greys, although still in the same cage on his own. We are not allowed to visit him yet, but we will, as soon as his quarantine period is over!