Miss Pie took her turn at the noise/chimney/critter watch.
Sir Handsomest Fezzik took his turn too.
All of your stories and advice were ……encouraging. Not one of you said you had to move out. Not one of you said you got bit and needed rabies shots. Not one of you told of something flying into your hair. So Thanks.
I had committed to a long extra afternoon at the barn yesterday. While I was playing with horses and children, the men of the house did what their genetic makeup lends itself to when it comes to eat or be eaten. OR rather pay or do it yourself.
Apparently, Fireman called for an estimate to have a pro come out, and they wanted 300 do
llars. That’s a lot of yarn. That’s a lot of beer. So they took on the job themselves.
By peeking through the damper, a feather floated down. Fireman and Zach got the bird to fall into the hearth. Fireman had his department gloves on and grabbed the apparently scared to death screaming woodpecker of ginormous proportion and thrust him into a plastic bag.
Then they brought him outside and freed him. He flew right into the woods. and Fireman yelled YOU”RE WELCOME.