I am able to recognize the family car. Every time it is the same ritual: the car is parked, the family jump out, run inside the house, all three of them shout from downstairs (which I answer at the top of my voice), they run upstairs, take me out of my cage and the fun starts. I feel totally, absolutely and unconditionally accepted.
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!