I have become a handsome, strong bird now. I have the energy and the rashness of youth, so even if I come out of my cage only three or four times a day, at nighttime the whole family is tired. When I am out of the cage, they have to watch me literally every second. I try out everything new, I fly to every object in the house, dangerous or not, and last but not least I want to chew on everything within reach to see how many bits are detachable.
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.