This afternoon, I saw a bird of prey very, very high in the sky. Although I have never seen one before, my instinct told me this means serious danger. Fortunately, it was too high in the sky to start panicking, but I kept an eye on it all the same. By the way, my tail has become beautifully red, as you can see in some of the pictures. And I am the proud owner of two full-feathered wings! Jealous, all you clipped birds around the world?
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.