I am more than one and a half years old now and the family is convinced now that I will never really talk. Of course I possess a lot of sounds, but talking, no (except Hoi, meaning Hi). But don't think they love me less for it! I am still the most spoiled parrot in the whole world, as you might have guessed from this diary.
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.