Visitors are fun. They talk and whistle to me, scratch me on the head and sit very still when I fly on their heads or shoulders (unlike the family: they either remove me at once or move about as if I wasn't even there). Some visitors even try to sneak me a piece of biscuit or cake; something I never, ever get from Jan, Hilke or Sophia! When there are visitors, I am usually on my best behavior. I love to pretend that I am shy, well-trained and quiet. Naturally all my family members support me and pretend that I am always this polite. By the way: the visitors distinctly heard (and understood) my hoi! It is not wishful thinking on account of my family!
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.