Although the worst of the crisis seems to be over, Jan, Hilke and Sophia are still discussion the possibility of taking me to the Parrot Foundation. They read about how parrots are treated there and how they recover from much worse circumstances than can't even imagine in my worst nightmares. Sophia can't bear the thought of letting me go from her life, but she realizes that it will be for my own good. Perhaps it will be the best solution for my happiness and after all, that is what is at stake here.
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.