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“Did you hear the buzzing drone, Squeaks?” asked Momanita.  Momanita pulled off the blue night cover from my rolly nest. “I didn’t hear anything because I WAS sleeping.” 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 gone now,” saidContinue reading “The Real Thing”