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”