“What’s wrong, Squeaks?” asked Momanita. “You look worried. Your crest is up.” “The squirrels jumped towards the birdfeeder.” For once Momanita didn’t wake me. The sun did. I whistled my “time to uncover my rolly coop” whistle. When she did, I spotted a passel of grey squirrels racing around the walnut tree. I don’t trustContinue reading “Body Language Speaks Louder Than Words”