Out Geocaching today, trying desperately to get to number 250. While walking along a small creek, I thought to myself "this is prime cottonmouth country; better keep an eye out."
Nasty storm last night, blew open the flue and knocked the birds down. Three flew back up the chimney. One decided that sneaking out by the fireplace screen was the best course of action
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A few months ago, we noticed that we had birds in our chimney. It started out being enough to just rap on the fireplace screen a few times and they'd fly off, not to be heard again for days.