Worst thing your bird has destroyed.

Cheney Bird was sitting in my hair hanging out when all of a sudden I hear the crunch of plastic. Lo and behold, he took a chunk out of my glasses!!! :x He's never decided to chew on them before!

What is the worst thing your bird has destroyed or nearly destroyed?

Nothing..... Spice sits on the windowsill and wrestles with the strings from the blinds. That's it.

My dad's one gripe with birds is their taste for woodwork. He can make pretty much anything out of wood. You might say it's a passion of his :suspect:

So you can imagine how happy he was when my mom's CAG was left unattended in the living room and gnawed on an antique handcarved deskclock that was waaaaayyy up on top of a worthless wooden china cabinet that was put there specifically to deter him from chewing on molding and doorjams. Luckily it was the back edge, but it was still pretty roughed up. If nothing else, that experience convinced me there's nothing that could break up my parent's marriage... cause that definitely would have been it...

My parent's cockatoo once chewed up the entire wooden stair banister, so I feel lucky that this was just a knick out of my glasses. But still, I didn't even see him coming!

Mine haven't destroyed anything that bad yet.
The worst would have to be that Ducky bit off my nail once. I was sitting there reading a book and Ducky was climbing happily from arm to arm (he's more of a monkey than a bird sometimes) and finally he stops on my hand, and when I look up a few minutes later my thumb nail is chewed off! It was only down to where the bed of the nail started, so that's why I didn't feel it at all.

Our old goffin bit my brother's glasses in half in one bite, bit the nose piece.

My quaker plucks the keys off of my keyboard. The jenday used to pluck stones out of my jewelry. Oh, the quaker also snaps chains of my necklaces.

patdbunny wrote:

Our old goffin bit my brother's glasses in half in one bite, bit the nose piece.

I guess I should feel lucky, then.

But I swear.. by the end of the day, he's going to learn to say "do I need to kill you today!?" I've been saying it to him so much.

Quote :

"do I need to kill you today!?"

That goffin was my dysfunctional relationship. Luckily toos think you're playing with them when you grab them by the neck and want to choke them out. She'd relax in my hand and look so cute. It was very hard to stay mad at her.

When he was little, he was hanging out in my bathroom when I was getting ready and I had a shell necklace from Hawaii as part of the decor. I was in the attached closet and heard a crunching noise. He wasn't eating the necklace, he was going down the line of shells crunching them all. I'm pretty lucky he hasn't stripped anything else...

my social life...seriously! All conversations end up with me talking about birds.

zazanomore wrote:

my social life...seriously! All conversations end up with me talking about birds.

This. Birds or my other animals...or my department at church...

I even talk about my birds with my therapist. Show her videos, too!

Rosco has bent the venetian blinds in the bird room and chewed a bit of the moulding on the window sill.

Merlin has destroyed a few remotes, taken keys out of keyboards, and nibbled on our couch corner.

Oops!

Stryder is perfect and hasn't destroyed anything

The worse thing? My face...

Budgies destroyed only their toys, but Chico managed to make a whole in my home shoes. Like a puppy dog