Just when you think miracles don't happen... they start right away! Somehow, the family thinks that regular showers are necessary for me, but up to now I hated them; I did everything to get away from them. But today, as an exception, I couldn't get enough of it. I spread my wings (which I usually don't do during a shower) and even jumped in the sink. Jan put on the tap to let the water drip and I took a long, long shower. Honestly, I don't really know what was wettest: me, Jan, Sophia or the rest of the kitchen.
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.