Zoe had a habit of chewing the corners of whatever I was reading, leaving little trails of paper wherever I happened to be sitting. I noticed the year we moved to a new house that Zoe was no longer leaving a paper trail. She was still chewing paper but she seemed to be swallowing it, which is not good for a bird’s digestion.
I am often overly verbose about my animals. So I must have been relating my concerns to a ‘crunchy” friend who recommended I contact an acquaintance of hers who talked to animals.
“You mean like Dr. Doolittle?”
” Ahhhh, no, not exactly…she’s psychic and can talk to animals.”
” What? C’mon…”
” No, really! She really helped out with Mr. Bun-Bun!”
“Did you ever think that with a name like Mr. Bun-Bun his embarrassment may be pretty palpable?”
” Ok, make fun but you’ll be calling her. Here’s her card.”
Luckily I have no pride and called after a few more days of frustrated biting and paper eating. The session went something like this…
” I’ve never really talked to birds before…She kinda has a foul mouth. Do they all have an attitude like this?”
” I suspect not.” I said
Long story short the psychic said that Zoe was frustrated that I wasn’t as relaxed in our new home and it was making her anxious. She also said that I wasn’t reading enough now that we had a TV at our disposal, but if I agreed to read more she would agree to spit out the paper. Translation: It was all my fault.
My partner came home that afternoon to find a small paper trail falling around my shoulder as Zoe sat on the corner of my book.
He said, ” Hey, good she’s spitting it out again!”
“Yeah, she just started doing that this afternoon.”