So, new farm adventure. The birds are coming down the chimney. Last week, it was a raven. Not a small bird, it must have worked hard to get into the flue. Once the dotter noticed Idra hovering around the stove, she made the mistake of opening the door. Taking its shot, the raven made a sweeping tour of the house before the dotter, and the Beard managed to herd it out of the house. Yesterday, I thought I caught movement in the stove but when I opened the door to check . . . nothing. While I was in town running errands, Idra the Hellbitch sat watching the stove door…