This evening, I practiced my flying again. I flapped my wings frantically and finally stood on one toe. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to lift that last toe as well, but I'll keep trying. So far, the only things that truly fly in my vicinity are the sawdust, pieces of newspaper and empty toilet rolls. The family had visitors and proudly I showed them how skillful I can make a complete mess in less than a minute. Somehow I don't think Hilke appreciated it.
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!