“Good morning, Squeaks!” said Momanita. “Should we have Cheerios to start our day?” Momanita shook the cereal box. The oat circles rattled me awake. “Cheerios, right after a belly rub. I itch.” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootman talk.Continue reading “Time For A Change”
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Nature Hits The Road
“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”
Cockatiels Are Hardly Ever Wrong!
“Good morning, Squeaky Pie!” Momanita, my hootman, greeted me. “You mean, good dawn or happy sunrise or pleasant daybreak,” I chirped and scooted away from Momanita who peeked under my rollynest cover. “And I don’t think dawn or sunrise or daybreak is good or happy or pleasant! They’re too early!” “Did you hear the birdsong,Continue reading “Cockatiels Are Hardly Ever Wrong!”
Cockatiels Are Hardly Ever Wrong!
“Good morning, Squeaky Pie!” Momanita, my hootman, greeted me. “You mean, good dawn or happy sunrise or pleasant daybreak,” I chirped and scooted away from Momanita who peeked under my rollynest cover. “And I don’t think dawn or sunrise or daybreak is good or happy or pleasant! They’re too early!” “Did you hear the birdsong,Continue reading “Cockatiels Are Hardly Ever Wrong!”
Anita Borgo 