I like being a parrot. I go where and when I desire to go. All the food, the house and the family, it all belongs to ME. If Jan is dancing, I fly on his shoulder. If Hilke is eating, I go to steal some from her. If Sophia puts on her jacket, I abandon everything to nibble on the buttons of her coat. The rest of the time, I play with everything in sight. Wow, what a life!
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.