I am getting to be such a mature, balanced parrot and yet, sometimes, I act like I am crazy. Take last night: I went to bed as usual, my family switched off the light in my room and they all got ready for bed as well. Suddenly and unexpectedly, I got a major panic attack! I flew wildly through my cage, hurt myself and scared the whole family. They switched on the light, comforted me and waited till I was quiet again (this took a long, long time) and went to bed again. They don't know what had happened to me, but I am not sure if I know it myself. This morning, I was well again. Sorry people, I take sides with Mary Poppins: I never explain anything.
They say that you get used to everything. This is true, but still we miss our Dandy. We phone to the refugee center regularly to ask about our Dandy, and the answers are always the same: Dandy is still in quarantine but fine, he has adjusted well, he has stopped picking his feathers, he is between other Greys, although still in the same cage on his own. We are not allowed to visit him yet, but we will, as soon as his quarantine period is over!