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.
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.