All good things must come to an end. My wonderful life of the past two weeks is over, sigh. Almost three weeks after she fell off the horse, Sophia started work again this morning. All her colleagues asked how the horse was. Sophia said it is doing just fine. Nobody asked how she felt. I don't know why she came home so moody.
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.