When Bird Control Is The Beard’s Job
So, new farm adventure. The birds are coming down the chimney. Last week, it was a Raven and it made a sweeping tour of the house before the dotter and the Beard managed to herd it out of the house.
Yesterday, I was sure I saw movement in the stove but when I opened the door to check . . . nothing.
While I was in town picking up the truck, Idra the Hellbitch was watching the stove door like television and the dotter opened the door . . . nothing.
This morning, the cat was again hovering on the hearth and I opened the door to see, sadly, a dead sparrow in the ash. I tasked the Beard with bird removal and this is how he delegates.
Actually, when he opened the door ANOTHER bird flew out and he frantically shooed it out the front door to see this upon his return.
Idra had taken matters into her own paws. Yuck.
Next to-do item: put a screen on the roof to prevent any more birds from dropping into the stove like a PEZ dispenser!