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Ups & Downs

The ones that have followed my diary will know that life for (and with) a parrot is not always easy. For example, some months ago I started to panic and fly into the walls on every sound and I refused to go downstairs. During that time, I even started pulling my chest feathers! Fortunately, I have got over this extremely shy period and am back to my old cheerful self again. Only a big white patch on my chest reminds us all of my difficulties. So don't worry, it has passed and if it ever happens to me again, I am sure that the love and support of my family will pull me through it again...

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