In May we heard a bird squawking around in our chimney flue. It's a hard decision: Open the flue and try to free the sooty bird, or let it smother to death in the soot? Cowardly, I made the second choice. After all, "survival of the fittest."
It was time to clean our flues; it had been six years and two cords of wood. Terry and Lee came. Lee hoisted the ladder to the roof and climbed up with brushes. Terry came inside with a reflection mirror and flashlight. Curious as I was, I walked away into the other room.
Long story short. Terry thought it might be a squirrel. Turns out it was a Wood Duck. I ducked back into the other room as he exclaimed, "It's a big one at that!" Yikes!
In May we heard a bird squawking around in our chimney flue. It's a hard decision: Open the flue and try to free the sooty bird, or let it smother to death in the soot? Cowardly, I made the second choice. After all, "survival of the fittest."
It was time to clean our flues; it had been six years and two cords of wood. Terry and Lee came. Lee hoisted the ladder to the roof and climbed up with brushes. Terry came inside with a reflection mirror and flashlight. Curious as I was, I walked away into the other room.
Long story short. Terry thought it might be a squirrel. Turns out it was a Wood Duck. I ducked back into the other room as he exclaimed, "It's a big one at that!" Yikes!
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