You know how, when your car makes a funny noise, you just turn the radio up and pray that the car heals itself?
There’s something in my chimney. Every now and then I can hear it scritch-scritch-scritching in there. I want to ignore it and hope it heals itself, but I know it won’t. My friend believes it is a bird, and it will fly away on its own. “And if it doesn’t, we can just Febreeze the dead bird smell out!”
Argh. Tomorrow I’m going to have to call one of those pest removal places to get it out.
I read your post and it makes me wonder if you have ever read the Tell-Tale Heart by Poe*.
I once had a bird in my Chimney. I open the door to the wood stove and a small black bird flew into the house. I believe I screamed like a little girl. I then calmed down and got several doors open and chased the bird out of the house with a broom and a fishing net. I went up on the roof the same day and placed a homemade wire mesh basket over the top of the chimney.
Good Luck,
Jim {It is kind of sad how many times I have been reduced in my life to screaming like a little girl, you would think at some point I would get over my initial shock reaction}
Did you get all the presents you expected last Christmas? Couldn’t be those are Santa’s Howard-Hughes-like nails you are hearing as he tries to find his way back up the chimney after a six-month binge? Check your liquor cabinet at once!
Oh, if only it were Christmas time! Bob Rivers has a great song, sung by someone as if they’re a little kid: “There’s something stuck up in the chimney and I don’t know what it is, but it’s been there all night long…”
We had some sort of small bird come down the chimney in the house we used to live in. All the cats screamed like little girls and ran, leaving me to get the poor thing into a box and outside.
Our cat once went nuts around the chimney because she heard the scratching and couldn’t get at it. She lead us over there and eventually we heard the scratching, too. There was an access door near the base (it’s a furnace chimney, not a fireplace chimney), and I opened it. There was a bird inside that had fallen in, and of course couldn’t fly back out. I grabbed it and took it outside and let it go.
The cat looked reproachfully at me with an expression and attitude that clearly saiod "Hey! That was mine!
Our cat once went nuts around the chimney because she heard the scratching and couldn’t get at it. She lead us over there and eventually we heard the scratching, too. There was an access door near the base (it’s a furnace chimney, not a fireplace chimney), and I opened it. There was a bird inside that had fallen in, and of course couldn’t fly back out. I grabbed it and took it outside and let it go.
The cat looked reproachfully at me with an expression and attitude that clearly saiod "Hey! That was mine!
It happens every once in a while with my chimney, and my cats are also quite interested. Unfortunately my house was built without cleanouts, so I’m never able to check it out.
Chimney flues have twists to them that provide overhangs from direct rainfall, and can therefore prevent shelter for critters. I’ve heard of birds, bats and raccoons all taking refuge in chimneys. Try calling a chimney sweep to investigate, and then have him/her install a cap with screening after you’ve cleared out the freeloaders.
There’s a bird whose common name is “Chimney Sweep”. I have to get from five to ten of them out of my wood heater every summer.
If they come into the wood heater, they are easy to catch and turn loose. If they stay in the chimney, I find them dead and dehydrated at the outside door that’s there to provide access for cleaning. They are small, and I’ve never noticed an odor from the dead ones.
Scritch-scritch-scritching is gone. I choose to believe that the critter escaped, because I am an optimist. I also found my Febreeze.
Funny thing is that the chimney is already capped with a screen. I had it checked not too long ago and it was fine, so I have no idea how the critter got in there.
My first reaction is to scream like a little girl. Oftentimes, my second and third reactions also are to scream like a little girl. Do not play Jenga with me, because when the bricks fall down, I will scream like a little girl.
Classic [url=]Gahan Wilson cartoon: A couple of workers and an old lady in a living room. Center of drawing: An emaciated, bearded corpse in a Santa suit sprawled in the fireplace. Caption: “Well, we found out what’s been blocking your chimney since September, Mrs. Morris.”
