On the wings of the snow white dove…
The only “sign from above” I’m having right now is chirping in my chimney!
These birds are free to “leave here tomorrow” because making a home in my chimney is just not OK.
The story goes that the other night I was sleeping on my couch after finishing an episode of White Collar and sometime in the night I heard a lively bird chirping in the fireplace. At least that’s where I thought it was. I got my trusty flashlight and shined it through the glass fireplace door only to see paper and ash. No birds. But still there was chirping.
The next day I climbed up on the roof to peer down the chimney flue to see what I could see. Still didn’t see anything but I heard chirping and the flutter of feathers.
I guess when the storms blew through Nashville a couple of weeks ago and knocked off the chimney cap, I should’ve known a bird would take advantage of the safety a chimney flue provides.
It was my mistake for not covering the hole! [that’s what she said]
Now I’ve got to figure out what’s down there and how to get it out. Hopefully there aren’t any nests or eggs or hatchlings. I’m not having good luck with any of those this year, anyway!
-Out of the Wilderness