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“Good morning, Squeaks,” said Momanita as she tugged the blue cover off my rolly cage.  “It’s a late start today because of an early errand.” “Late starts are my favorite starts.” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootman talk. “Early morningContinue reading “Turning Turtle”