Cockatiels Are Hardly Ever Wrong!

“Good morning, Squeaky Pie!” Momanita, my hootman, greeted me. “You mean, good dawn or happy sunrise or pleasant daybreak,” I chirped and scooted away from Momanita who peeked under my rollynest cover. “And I don’t think dawn or sunrise or daybreak is good or happy or pleasant! They’re too early!” “Did you hear the birdsong,Continue reading “Cockatiels Are Hardly Ever Wrong!”

Cockatiels Hardly Ever Make New Year’s Resolutions!

“It’s 2022, Squeaks!” Momanita, my hootman announced at 5 am.  I knew it was 5 am because I had an inner sense of time. (Also, there’s a clock on the cabinet next to my rolly nest.)  “I’m NOT a rooster. I’m a cockatiel. It’s time for sleeping. Then MUCH later it’s time for my coverContinue reading “Cockatiels Hardly Ever Make New Year’s Resolutions!”

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”

My Fails

I fails. Fails sometimes gooddo. Fails sometimes baddo. I fails to fly today. I tries my hardest. My wings don’t tries their hardest. This is whats I do. Momanita opens the rolly nest door. (She calls it a cage.) My beak and foots climbs me out to the rolly nest top. (Sometimes Mikeyman puts milletContinue reading “My Fails”