Two whole months I have lived with the family now, which means two thirds of my entire life. Since the first day I came to live with the family I have kept a diary, and when I looked back on the previous two months I can't believe how quickly I have developed. Not a day passed without any progress. The family loves me so much that they can't even imagine they have ever had to live without me, and I feel the same about them. They all think I am the sweetest parrot in the whole world. Can't say that I disagree.
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.