“Good morning, Squeaks,” said Momanita. “Today’s a good day for exercising!” Momanita flung off the blue cover, and the sun streamed into my rolly cage. “You’re not a blue bird! Quit being so cheerful in the morning!” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak.Continue reading “Small Beginnings”
Category Archives: cockatiels
Smart Enough
“How smart are birds?” asked Momanita. Momanita plucked off the blue cover on my rolly nest. “This cockatiel is smart enough to know that I need to wake up before I think about it.” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understoodContinue reading “Smart Enough”
The Real Thing
“Did you hear the buzzing drone, Squeaks?” asked Momanita. Momanita pulled off the blue night cover from my rolly nest. “I didn’t hear anything because I WAS sleeping.” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootman talk. “It’s gone now,” saidContinue reading “The Real Thing”
Is It Something I Said?
“It’s been a wild goose chase this morning, Squeaks,” said Momanita. Momanita uncovered my rolly nest later than usual. Which meant that my millet snack was later than usual. “Why were you chasing geese?” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understoodContinue reading “Is It Something I Said?”
A Lawn Mystery
“Good morning, Squeaky Pie,” said Momanita, “Something’s eating the lawn.” Momanita slipped a Wheat Chex between the bars of my rolly nest. Wheat Chex tasted better than the red veggie flakes in my feed dish, but not as delicious as millet. “The lawn Mike mows? Grass doesn’t taste good.” Once Momanita plucked a blade forContinue reading “A Lawn Mystery”
Written In The Stars
“Squeaks, there’s a bear out there!” said Momanita. “Bear!” I hoped it wasn’t a grizzly. They weren’t friendly. When Momanita and I watched a TV program about Yellowstone National Park, I hid my eyes under my wing when a hungry grizzly spotted a lone bison. I’m glad grizzlies didn’t eat cockatiels! “There’s also a dog.Continue reading “Written In The Stars”
Animal Artists
“Squeaks, I watched a YouTube video yesterday that I think you’d enjoy,” said Momanita. “Is it about squirrels or terror birds?” I asked. I didn’t want to watch a video about sneaky squirrels or scary owls. To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. IContinue reading “Animal Artists”
Body Language Speaks Louder Than Words
“What’s wrong, Squeaks?” asked Momanita. “You look worried. Your crest is up.” “The squirrels jumped towards the birdfeeder.” For once Momanita didn’t wake me. The sun did. I whistled my “time to uncover my rolly coop” whistle. When she did, I spotted a passel of grey squirrels racing around the walnut tree. I don’t trustContinue reading “Body Language Speaks Louder Than Words”
A Matter Of Time
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” said Momanita. “You sound like a rooster crowing!” Behind Time “I didn’t cock-a-doodle-doo you awake. I heard the coffee perking and the refrigerator opening and the faucet running. You ignored me.” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLYContinue reading “A Matter Of Time “
Off To A Flying Start
“Do you hear them, Squeaks? The sandhill cranes returned!” said Momanita. “All I hear is you shouting about cranes calling.” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootman talk. Momanita slid open the patio door, shielded her eyes, and gazed upwards.Continue reading “Off To A Flying Start”
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