“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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A Light-hearted Take On Valentine’s Day
“Do you know what today is, Squeaks?” Momanita asked. Usually, Momanita raised the cover on my rolly coop slowly. Today, she pulled it off quickly and scared me, my heart skipped a beat! “Today is Valentine’s Day! I have my heart set on celebrating with you.” “Let’s celebrate by napping and eating Cheerios. I LOVE both of those,”Continue reading “A Light-hearted Take On Valentine’s Day”
Gray Area
“So THAT’S why I’m sleeping in, Squeaky!” Momanita said. “This month there were eighteen cloudy days, ten partly cloudy days, and only . . . “ “Three sunny days,” I finished. Momanita brought my writing nest upstairs to HER writing nest to check the weather calendar. To help I counted the sunny days. Good thingContinue reading “Gray Area”
A Helping Hand (Or Beak)
“Good morning, Squeaky Pie!” “It’s not a good morning. The sun’s hiding. It’s cold outside. It’s cold in here. Turn up the heat!” I fluffed my feathers to make my point. To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootman talk. “IContinue reading “A Helping Hand (Or Beak)”
A Little Bird (And Some Big Ones) Told Me
“’Pleased, pleased, pleased, pleased-ta MEETCHA’,” Momanita sang. She lifted my cover. I kept my eyes closed. Sometimes she went away and let me sleep. “’Pleased, pleased, pleased, pleased-ta MEETCHA’,” Momanita sang again. It didn’t work. “I read this morning,” Momanita began. “Let me guess. You Googled something.” “I Googled ‘identifying birds by their songs.’” “TellContinue reading “A Little Bird (And Some Big Ones) Told Me”
Making The “A” List
“I can’t believe it’s afternoon already,” Momanita said. “I haven’t written yet today.” “I know. I’ve been napping all day.” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootman talk. “I wasted the whole morning. I need to work more.” I knewContinue reading “Making The “A” List”
Just Call Me The Gray Auto Hook Beaked Cheerio Crunching Crested Bouncer . . . Or Squeaky Pie For Short
“Squeaks, I learned something interesting about you,” said Momanita. “Do you want to hear?” “I might be interested if there’s Cheerios in it for me.” 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 about your name.” “I KNOW myContinue reading “Just Call Me The Gray Auto Hook Beaked Cheerio Crunching Crested Bouncer . . . Or Squeaky Pie For Short”
Squeaks’ Advice: Take The Fall!
“I’m sorry to tell you this, Squeaky Pie, but summer is over,” said Momanita,” no more warm weather.” “You just figured this out? I thought hootmans were smart?” To be fair cockatiels ARE intelligent and I’m brainier than most. How many birds do you know that write blog posts? “Summer ended on August 31st or SeptemberContinue reading “Squeaks’ Advice: Take The Fall!”
Sitting Up And Taking Notice
“Good morning, Squeaks!” Momanita said, “We’re doing a bird sit today.” “I do a bird sit EVERY day! I’m a cockatiel and I sit!” “A bird sit is just what it sounds like. We’ll sit outside and focus on birds.” Momanita scooped me into her cupped hands and placed me in the writing nest. “ItContinue reading “Sitting Up And Taking Notice”
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!”
Anita Borgo 