“Squeaks, there’s a bear out there!” said Momanita. “Bear!” I hoped it wasn’t a grizzly. They weren’t friendly. When Momanita and I watched a TV program about Yellowstone National Park, I hid my eyes under my wing when a hungry grizzly spotted a lone bison. I’m glad grizzlies didn’t eat cockatiels! “There’s also a dog.Continue reading “Written In The Stars”
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Animal Artists
“Squeaks, I watched a YouTube video yesterday that I think you’d enjoy,” said Momanita. “Is it about squirrels or terror birds?” I asked. I didn’t want to watch a video about sneaky squirrels or scary owls. To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. IContinue reading “Animal Artists”
Body Language Speaks Louder Than Words
“What’s wrong, Squeaks?” asked Momanita. “You look worried. Your crest is up.” “The squirrels jumped towards the birdfeeder.” For once Momanita didn’t wake me. The sun did. I whistled my “time to uncover my rolly coop” whistle. When she did, I spotted a passel of grey squirrels racing around the walnut tree. I don’t trustContinue reading “Body Language Speaks Louder Than Words”
A Matter Of Time
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” said Momanita. “You sound like a rooster crowing!” Behind Time “I didn’t cock-a-doodle-doo you awake. I heard the coffee perking and the refrigerator opening and the faucet running. You ignored me.” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLYContinue reading “A Matter Of Time “
Off To A Flying Start
“Do you hear them, Squeaks? The sandhill cranes returned!” said Momanita. “All I hear is you shouting about cranes calling.” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootman talk. Momanita slid open the patio door, shielded her eyes, and gazed upwards.Continue reading “Off To A Flying Start”
A Light-hearted Take On Valentine’s Day
“Do you know what today is, Squeaks?” Momanita asked. Usually, Momanita raised the cover on my rolly coop slowly. Today, she pulled it off quickly and scared me, my heart skipped a beat! “Today is Valentine’s Day! I have my heart set on celebrating with you.” “Let’s celebrate by napping and eating Cheerios. I LOVE both of those,”Continue reading “A Light-hearted Take On Valentine’s Day”
Gray Area
“So THAT’S why I’m sleeping in, Squeaky!” Momanita said. “This month there were eighteen cloudy days, ten partly cloudy days, and only . . . “ “Three sunny days,” I finished. Momanita brought my writing nest upstairs to HER writing nest to check the weather calendar. To help I counted the sunny days. Good thingContinue reading “Gray Area”
A Helping Hand (Or Beak)
“Good morning, Squeaky Pie!” “It’s not a good morning. The sun’s hiding. It’s cold outside. It’s cold in here. Turn up the heat!” I fluffed my feathers to make my point. To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootman talk. “IContinue reading “A Helping Hand (Or Beak)”
A Little Bird (And Some Big Ones) Told Me
“’Pleased, pleased, pleased, pleased-ta MEETCHA’,” Momanita sang. She lifted my cover. I kept my eyes closed. Sometimes she went away and let me sleep. “’Pleased, pleased, pleased, pleased-ta MEETCHA’,” Momanita sang again. It didn’t work. “I read this morning,” Momanita began. “Let me guess. You Googled something.” “I Googled ‘identifying birds by their songs.’” “TellContinue reading “A Little Bird (And Some Big Ones) Told Me”
Making The “A” List
“I can’t believe it’s afternoon already,” Momanita said. “I haven’t written yet today.” “I know. I’ve been napping all day.” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootman talk. “I wasted the whole morning. I need to work more.” I knewContinue reading “Making The “A” List”
Anita Borgo 