In the morning, the drilling and pounding continued. In the end, I was such a nervous wreck, that every little sound made me panic. I didn't want to eat or drink; I just sat there shaking. Jan went to the neighbors and asked politely, if next time that they had to do some maintenance again, they would kindly warn us beforehand. Of course, they don't have hearts of stone, so when the husband wanted to continue his drilling later that night (really, their wall must resemble a Swiss cheese by now), obediently he warned us first. Sophia quickly took me out of my cage, put the chain around my claw and took me outside. Although I was still a bit upset about being disturbed so rudely, I wasn't nearly as panicky as yesterday.
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.