“You’re an early riser today,” Momanita said. She tugged the cover off my rolly cage. I had whistled her over to take it off and maybe fill my food cup with oats. (I liked oats almost as much as millet.) She helped me that way. “Someone didn’t turn the lamp off last night or turnedContinue reading “Nature Hits The Road”
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Lucky Sandhill Cranes, Lucky Me
“Wake up, Squeaks! It’s snowing outside!” Momanita flung off my blue rolly nest cover. Snow made it brighter. Brighter woke me up. I didn’t like too much awake. I liked sleep. “Isn’t the first snow exciting, Squeaks?” said Momanita. “Millet is exciting!” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita.Continue reading “Lucky Sandhill Cranes, Lucky Me”
Anita Borgo 