What good birds. Their thoughts were not about chewing wood or destroying anything.
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."