When I was up there I stopped to watch some geese swimming in the pond.
What good birds. Their thoughts were not about chewing wood or destroying anything.
And when they saw me, they stopped what they were doing and got the heck out.
But that would not be the behavior of Stella. I forgot she was out of her cage this morning (I let her sleep in the medicine cabinet on weekends because she enjoys it so much). The bathroom door was closed to prevent her escape but at some silent point in time, she jimmied the door open. When I heard her giggle, I knew she was proud of something, she was not in the bathroom, and I knew whatever she had done was going to be bad. Stella makes that giggle sound only when she knows she's making good headway in taking something down. I walked into the bedroom to find this (and she was not easily convinced to stop her project!)...
It just made me sick. She knows the bedroom is off limits....I'm taking a breath now because this whole thing still has me sick and stunned...okay, it's not as if the tansu chest is an antique, it's only 90 years old... I did get there in time before the entire thing was taken down...there are such places as furniture restorers and at least I have most of the tansu left to restore...
Oh Stella...I knew when I picked her name I needed something that sounded good when it was yelled because I knew parrots could be very, very bad. And Stella grew into her name very, very fast. I guess you can say she was just hatched baaaad. If I ever live with another parrot, I'm going to consider the name very carefully...something along the lines of "Sweetness N. Light Scaredawood."
Bad.
Bad.
Baaaaaaaaad.
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Bad Bird! It's hard to yell at my parrot...Cupid just never sounds angry! Bad Stella!
She is a bad, bad Stella. Every time I think she's reached a personal best in bad behavior, she finds something even worse to do. I guess you could say she created her own Olympic event. Stella will always win the gold when it comes to being the best at doing the worst. Baaaad.
...but it was you who went and bit off a little bit more that she could chew. You said you had it made. But you been had. The woman no good not how. Thinkin' maybe the blood is bad. BAD. (Shedding some tears for the tansu chest.)
Oh Maria. In your own word, Stellafullahella. That was some major, major beaker work. She really kept her feathery little baaad self busy! Sympathies to the chest :(
Pacino's got a really big cage that he only gets out of if I'm sitting right there, and usually that means he's on my shoulder eating my hair. He does chuckle, especially when I'm on the phone. He did chew a big hole in the arm of my old sofa, hence the size of his cage now.
Wow...I hate to think what a less caring, less sane person would do to Stella. Kudos for the self-control!
Russ
What a less-caring person would do is look up a good recipe for parrot soup on the internet. I found one for you, although it's better with flamingo, apparently.
http://www.theoldfoodie.com/2006/08/excellent-parrot-soup.html
Leenie-Who you channeling there? It almost sounds like words to a blues tune, maybe some harmonica playing should be in there too.
Pix-Thank you for your sympathy.
Maureen-We have a regular routine for when Stella is allowed out of her cage. I just messed up on Sunday when I forgot to put her back in it first thing in the morning. I think I got distracted making coffee or something because in hardly any time at all, some little stinker snuck her way into the bedroom where all the good wood is. Or was. Errrgh.
Toon-I believe I owe that to prozac.
KATE!!! Ohmigawd. I can't believe you not only thought to go researching parrot recipes on the web but you actually FOUND one! Ha ha ha. What a hoot. Stella soup would definitely be toxic. Very, very toxic.
Sorry about your wooden chest!
Sprocket (my wheaten scottie who is just about 2 and should be done with any chewing) got my Amy Butler "In Stitches" book this week - he has an affinity for metal/wire, so I suppose the wire-o binder was just too tempting. He also likes pillows - especially the zippers, so every pillow I own is ruined. I'm thinking we both ought to commission someone to make us some Hannibal Lecter masks......
How funny!
Maybe we should teach Stella a lesson or two! Then again, she'd probably kick our tails!
Julie-Yeah, they do like those expensive craft/art books. I hid a Maira Kalman book from Stella and sure enough, she found it and it got "edged." As for the Hannibal Lecter mask, I've tried it....take a look at my Dec. 15, 2008 post...
http://gardeningwithturtles.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-happens-just-about-every-night.html
Dirty Girl-Welcome to my blog! :-)
Tristan & Crikey-Count on it! I don't think you two should go after a bird with a chainsaw.
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