I have started to explore my whole box. My family put a new budgie bell in the middle of the box and a little kitten ball on the other side. Overcoming mountainous piles and ravine deep gapes of sawdust (at least half an inch up and half an inch down), I managed to reach all corners of my box to play with all these toys. It made me so happy: my family thought they had obtained a rooster instead of a parrot. Except my crowing sounds a little too high still.
They say that you get used to everything. This is true, but still we miss our Dandy. We phone to the refugee center regularly to ask about our Dandy, and the answers are always the same: Dandy is still in quarantine but fine, he has adjusted well, he has stopped picking his feathers, he is between other Greys, although still in the same cage on his own. We are not allowed to visit him yet, but we will, as soon as his quarantine period is over!