“It’s been a wild goose chase this morning, Squeaks,” said Momanita. Momanita uncovered my rolly nest later than usual. Which meant that my millet snack was later than usual. “Why were you chasing geese?” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understoodContinue reading “Is It Something I Said?”