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“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”