“Good morning, Squeaks,” said Momanita as she plucked off the cover of my rolly cage. “It’s a misty morning that’s freshening the air and plumping the buds. Isn’t it a wonderful spring day!” “It’s also cloudy and gray and a sleepy morning.” Momanita thought every morning was wonderful. To other hootmans this sounded like squealsContinue reading “Feast Your Eyes On These Eyes”
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One Step At A Time
“Good morning, Squeaks,” said Momanita as she tugged the blue cover from my rolly cage. “It’s a beautiful day outside. Later today I’ll go for a long walk.” “Maybe you could have walked BEFORE you woke me.” Actually, Cardinal’s birdsong woke me. We birds were noisy in the spring. I wanted to be outside, too,Continue reading “One Step At A Time”
Animal Decorators: The Outfitted Octopus, Builder Black Kite, And Sneaky Spider
“Good morning, Squeaks,” said Momanita. “How are you this morning?” Momanita tugged the blue cover off my rolly cage, but instead of tucking the folded cloth in the drawer she bundled it under her arm. “Time to wash this. It’s a bit dusty.” “Nothing wrong with dusty. Put it in the drawer, please.” To otherContinue reading “Animal Decorators: The Outfitted Octopus, Builder Black Kite, And Sneaky Spider”
What A Team!
“Good morning, Squeaks,” said Momanita. “Last night I sorted through my African safari photos from a few years ago, and guess what?” “I’m guessing that it’s WAY too early to guess about anything.” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootmanContinue reading “What A Team!”
Nature Hits The Road
“You’re an early riser today,” Momanita said. She tugged the cover off my rolly cage. I had whistled her over to take it off and maybe fill my food cup with oats. (I liked oats almost as much as millet.) She helped me that way. “Someone didn’t turn the lamp off last night or turnedContinue reading “Nature Hits The Road”
Hear! Hear!
“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!”
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”
Best (Avian) Foot Forward
“Good morning, Squeaks,” said Momanita. “Wake up! You slept in today. It’s almost 8 am!” Momanita tugged off the blue cover of my rolly nest. “I am not a rooster. 8 am is not ‘sleeping in.’ 8 am is two hours earlier than I’d like to wake up.” To other hootmans this sounded like squealsContinue reading “Best (Avian) Foot Forward”
Lucky Sandhill Cranes, Lucky Me
“Wake up, Squeaks! It’s snowing outside!” Momanita flung off my blue rolly nest cover. Snow made it brighter. Brighter woke me up. I didn’t like too much awake. I liked sleep. “Isn’t the first snow exciting, Squeaks?” said Momanita. “Millet is exciting!” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita.Continue reading “Lucky Sandhill Cranes, Lucky Me”
Small Beginnings
“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”
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