I don't know what came over me, but I flew at the same window three times in a row! The third time I didn't even slow down. For the first time in my life my family yelled at me and called me A Stupid Silly Crazy Bird. They were not really angry, just shaken. They were sure I'd break my neck, or beak, or any other body part. I can't even explain it myself just why I did it.
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.