Our fireplaces are 113 years old. They are old and beautiful and kind of falling apart. We will be repairing them and one day they will be a show stopper. The chimneys were covered up on the top, to an extent. Steve went up, yes way up, and put some additional coverage on the top.
Fast forward a week. Noises were coming from the chimney. Sounded a little like birds.
Fast forward a couple of days. There was a bird. In the house. A black bird, not too big not too small. It seemed harmless. Steve grabbed it in a towel and took it outside and set it free. Done. The end.
Not so much.
The next day there was another bird
And the next day another bird.
Then one day, friends were over and I was showing them around. There was much noise coming from the fireplace in the family room. For good reason.
4 baby birds were hanging out in various places.
Thank goodness for friends who are not afraid of birds. They were scooped up gingerly in a towel and placed in a bucket outside. We hoped that Momma bird would find them and want to be their Momma again. However we had 4 baby bird funerals.
Fast forward a week. We only had 1 more bird in the house. Thank you Chris for being so bird brave and removing yet another bird from my house.
I am starting to think we are in a very bad movie and plans for moving in are in the near future. All I can think about is waking up with a bird in my room hovering over me while I sleep. Or turning a light on a bird welcoming me very unwelcomingly.
A couple of days goes by, no birds. I am hopeful that the bird invasion of 2016 is over.
Steve and I are working in our bedroom. We walk back and forth talking about this and that. Steve goes one way and I go the other.
I turn around to go back into our room and BOOM. A stinking bird is hanging onto the doorframe. I might have had to add money to the swear jar.
Thankfully we have gone an entire week with no birds. Fireplace caps are currently being made.
The girl who will not be staring in a remake of ‘The Birds.”