My hootman, Momanita, perched on her sofanest for lots of millet days. (Momanita gives me millet once a week. A week is fewer toes than I have.) She didn’t rest like I rest on my perch. I rest with both my feet holding onto the perch. Sometimes I lift one up and snuggle it intoContinue reading “Cheering up Momanita with the Turtle Shell Foot”
Category Archives: According to Squeaks
Hootman Terror Birds
The scares got me! The scares got Momanita! The scares got everybody! Scares are baddo. Scares are more baddo when they are surprise scares. The evening day was gooddo before it turned baddo. Momanita and me watched the talky box together. She moved my rolly nest close. The pictures on the talky box were gooddo.Continue reading “Hootman Terror Birds”
No Fair Song!
The mads gets me today and I’s don’ts likes it! My morning day starts out good. Momanita cleans my rolly nest. (She calls it a cage.) I sits on her shoulder. Shinies hang from her ears. (She calls them earrings.) I pecks at them. The shinies twirls like leaves in a windy breeze. My afternoonContinue reading “No Fair Song!”
Anita Borgo 