“Good morning, Squeaks!” said Momanita, “It’s time to greet the day.” “It sounds like the day is already being greeted by Robin and Cardinal. Is that Wren I hear?” It couldn’t be Wren. Wren arrived in spring. When Momanita covered my rolly nest last night it was winter. Even I couldn’t sleep till spring. AlthoughContinue reading “Hear! Hear!”
Category Archives: Millet
Warm Wishes
“Brrrrrr! Good morning, Squeaks, it’s a frosty morning!” Momanita tugged the blue cover off my rolly nest. “It’s a frosty morning AND an early one!” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootman talk. Frosty mornings, rainy mornings, windy mornings, MomanitaContinue reading “Warm Wishes”
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?”
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 “
Not Holding My (Cockatiel) Breath To Catch Some ZZZZZZZ’s
“Isn’t it a wonderful afternoon, Squeaky Pie?” Momanita, my hootman, said in an annoyingly cheerful voice. “No, it’s NOT a wonderful afternoon! It’s rainy and gray and I don’t see any millet in my food cup!” I chirped and checked my food cup again. Sometimes millet appeared when I napped. I loved waking up toContinue reading “Not Holding My (Cockatiel) Breath To Catch Some ZZZZZZZ’s”
Anita Borgo 