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“Good morning, Squeaks,” said Momanita. “Today’s a good day for exercising!” Momanita flung off the blue cover, and the sun streamed into my rolly cage. “You’re not a blue bird! Quit being so cheerful in the morning!” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak.Continue reading “Small Beginnings”