Like I promised, here is a reflection of my life with the Van der Nents. I have grown into a stage-just-before-maturity-but-not-quite-fully-mature. Sometimes I have all the wisdom in the world and the next moment I am a cuddly little baby again. Unfortunately, I have picked up one Nasty Habit: feather picking. Although my family have tried anything, I can't stop it. It is just like nailbiting: once you start, you can't stop anymore... but my family still loves me and they always will!
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!