I love the ritual of Hilke opening the mail: the sound of the envelopes being ripped open, the mail taken out and sometimes read aloud. Some of the letters are for me: I can't read, but I am allowed to chew on them and rip them apart. I think those letters are called "bills", but what they have to do with my bill beaks me, correction: beats me!
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!