Today I am seven weeks old. My wings are almost feathered now and all my family members think that I am a strong and handsome male Grey. However, I am very secretive about my true gender and let them guess as much as they want. I alone, and only me, knows the truth, and I ain't a-tellin' nobody... unless I start laying eggs in a distant future.
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.