Pok, Pok, Pok. Boy, do I like that word. If I want Jan's attention, I say "Pok?". If Hilke doesn't want me to play with her news paper and keeps me away, I say "Pok!!!". If I want Sophia to share the contents of her mouth with me, I say "Poooook??!" Fortunately, they all know me so well by now that they know exactly what I mean. Although they are a bit disappointed that at the tender age of four-and-a-half months I still don't talk. Well, you can't have it all, I guess. I'm not supposed to talk till I'm over a year old anyway.
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!