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.
I had a major panic attack! Jan and Sophia continued where they left off yesterday: they took me in the car again, closed the door (gently) and Jan started the car. Boy, was I scared. I tried to fly through the car window, to the back seat and on the front mirror. Finally, I crept under Sophia's arm and stayed there, panting. I hate the car. It messes up all my feathers.