All throughout my diary, I have honestly reported everything that went on in my life. Today, I heard Jan and Sophia discuss something that they have been discussing for that past few days: whether it wouldn't be better for me to find me another home, so that I can start afresh with a whole new life in new surroundings. Sophia has been in tears all day long, because she is afraid that I will end up the way a lot of parrots end up: moving from home to home and being abandoned from all of them in the end. Besides, who can take better care of me than my own humans, who have lovingly provided for me since I was a helpless little chick? No, moving to another family is definitely not an option. But what is? Something must be done... before it is to late!
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!