My family said to each other that I'm beginning to be a chatterbox. I chat and chat and chat, but so far the only thing they understand is "eat" (and I'm sorry to say that they are the only ones who recognize it - all visitors only hear "Ew!"). I said it this morning, but instead of baby formula they gave me some parrot seeds, fruit and fresh water! Bah, being a toddler certainly has disadvantages. Ah well. I can still look forward to my baby food tonight. I am still not ready to be weaned and my family appreciates that fully.
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!