Lately my whole family has had to live with scratches on their hands. They have taught me to step on their hand with the command "Come on" and step off again when they say "Down". I understand those commands very well and try to obey them, but I am a bit clumsy still. Sometimes I loose my balance and grab their wrist as tight as I can, and with my long sharp nails I scratch them at those moments. Sorry, family. I don't do it on purpose.
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.