In exactly two months time, I will be two years old. My family is getting a bit worried, because they read that if I don't talk before my second birthday, I will never talk. Well, I couldn't care less; if I talk, I talk, but if I don't, I don't. And that is final!
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.