Today I have become nine months old and I have to admit something: I still don't talk. Although I can whistle nice tunes now, I haven't said a word yet. Sophia said she will look on the Internet to read articles about the talking ability of parrots and how to teach them. The most frequent question my family hears when people meet me is: "Does he talk?" However, I know that even if I will never say a word they will still love me.
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.