Eleven weeks old now and still spoon fed once a day. Ever since I am able to cry for my food, my family waits until I give the sign: "Eat! Eat! EAT!!!." Not every visitor understands it at once (or more specific: no visitor understands it at all), but my family never fails me. They know me so well now.
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.