It is obvious that Sophia has reached the best stage of being ill. Still too weak to start working again, but not too ill to watch television, read a book, listen to music and talk to me. I am getting to be the most spoiled, attention-submerged bird in the whole world. But still I manage to stay very modest, social and far from spoilt, but that's just me. I am such a great guy!
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.