Things are getting peculiarer and peculiarer. Again I saw the strange bird at exactly the same spot where I had left him yesterday. The family told me it is a "mirror" I'm looking at... but what's a mirror? Thank goodness the bird didn't attack me this time, so neither did I. I think I'm even beginning to get used to the Mirror Bird. He certainly looked as if he would like to strut with borrowed feathers... and secretly I know that mine make the finer bird.
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.