I am able to recognize the family car. Every time it is the same ritual: the car is parked, the family jump out, run inside the house, all three of them shout from downstairs (which I answer at the top of my voice), they run upstairs, take me out of my cage and the fun starts. I feel totally, absolutely and unconditionally accepted.
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.