This afternoon there was a terrible thunderstorm right above Winterswijk, the town which we live in. The family kept on talking to each other and made sure not to react too jumpy at every crash as not to scare me. At one moment there was a flash of lightning accompanied by a particularly loud BANG. It was so nearby, that the telephone started to ring and the lights flashed on and off for a moment. Everybody was stunned, including me. I was sitting on Sophia's lap and tried to hide under her T-shirt. She patted me and soothed me, so soon I was okay again. I don't think I like thunderstorms, but I wasn't exactly devastated either.
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.