I love sitting on Sophia's knee for hours while she is reading or watching a film. Naturally I hold a piece of willow wood in my claw and rip it to pieces. When I get back in my cage, the whole floor is covered with tiny pieces of wood. I don't understand why Sophia bothers to pick them all up, because I know that tomorrow there will be the same mess again.
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!