The Only Thing To Fear Is Fear Itself . . . And Ping Pong Balls!

“Squeaky Pie,” said Momanita. “We’re taking charge!” Momanita lifted the cover on my rolly nest. “I like ‘Good morning, Squeaks’ or ‘Good afternoon, Squeaky Pie’ better than ‘We’re taking charge.’ ‘Taking charge’ is work.” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understoodContinue reading “The Only Thing To Fear Is Fear Itself . . . And Ping Pong Balls!”

Sitting Up And Taking Notice

“Good morning, Squeaks!” Momanita said, “We’re doing a bird sit today.” “I do a bird sit EVERY day! I’m a cockatiel and I sit!” “A bird sit is just what it sounds like. We’ll sit outside and focus on birds.” Momanita scooped me into her cupped hands and placed me in the writing nest. “ItContinue reading “Sitting Up And Taking Notice”

Moving The Usual Around!

“Squeaks, I read about creativity and I found a way to move our writing into high gear,” Momanita explained. “Let me take a wild guess,” I said. “You Googled again.” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootman talk. “It’s easy.Continue reading “Moving The Usual Around!”

Sometimes A Cockatiel Preening Is More Than A Cockatiel Preening

“Squeaks, you look so focused on nibbling and fluffing and scratching,” said Momanita, my hootman. “And it’s amazing that I AM focused! Who writes this early in the morning? Who can THINK before dawn.” I slid my beak over my flight feather and tucked it in place. It’s really a NON flight feather since I can’tContinue reading “Sometimes A Cockatiel Preening Is More Than A Cockatiel Preening”

Not Holding My (Cockatiel) Breath To Catch Some ZZZZZZZ’s

“Isn’t it a wonderful afternoon, Squeaky Pie?” Momanita, my hootman, said in an annoyingly cheerful voice. “No, it’s NOT a wonderful afternoon! It’s rainy and gray and I don’t see any millet in my food cup!”  I chirped and checked my food cup again. Sometimes millet appeared when I napped. I loved waking up toContinue reading “Not Holding My (Cockatiel) Breath To Catch Some ZZZZZZZ’s”

Hootman Terror Birds

The scares got me! The scares got Momanita! The scares got everybody! Scares are baddo. Scares are more baddo when they are surprise scares. The evening day was gooddo before it turned baddo. Momanita and me watched the talky box together. She moved my rolly nest close. The pictures on the talky box were gooddo.Continue reading “Hootman Terror Birds”

My Fails

I fails. Fails sometimes gooddo. Fails sometimes baddo. I fails to fly today. I tries my hardest. My wings don’t tries their hardest. This is whats I do. Momanita opens the rolly nest door. (She calls it a cage.) My beak and foots climbs me out to the rolly nest top. (Sometimes Mikeyman puts milletContinue reading “My Fails”