We’ve got a book-eater in our midst.
That’s Smokie, the guilty party. If you remember, he’s the African Grey Parrot who we’re fostering for Phoenix Landing Organization. He’s a chronic chewer. Mostly, we can keep him amused with cardboard scraps, empty cereal boxes, and even the occasional phone book. Sometimes, though, he hungers for the finer things in life: notably, our personal collection of books.
This is what my husband and I refer to as Book Bridge:
It’s two oversized coffee-table style books that straddle the small gap between the arm of our loveseat and the arm of my husband’s usual chair. Smokie’s cage is on the other side of the loveseat and he climbs across the back of the couch and then crosses over Book Bridge to go sit with my husband, whom he adores.
Often, Smokie will just sit on Book Bridge and simultaneously judge me harshly and worship my husband’s existence. If we aren’t watching him closely enough, though, he might start to nibble on the books (in this case, the Star Wars: The Force Awakens Visual Dictionary and Randall Munroe’s Thing Explainer) until we shoo him away.
You don’t always get what you’re expecting when you foster or adopt an older pet. But never forget that they’re just as deserving of a loving home as any other animal, even if they are book-eaters.