Noises From The Flue
I leaned my tallest ladder, the one I use to paint the gingerbread in the gables, against the chimney. I stuffed a flashlight and camera in my pocket, and up I went. A sturdy piece of wire screen covered the top of the chimney, but something had pried a six inch diameter hole into it. The noises did not sound like squirrels.......My neighbor keeps doves, perhaps they had taken up residence. Maybe a possum........
Then I realized my position, at the top of a forty foot ladder, looking down a brick passageway to God knows what. Shining a light and flashing a camera at God knows what. I never claimed to be the sharpest card in the deck, but I damn sure ain't the dullest. I climbed down and decided to live and let live. I'll just keep the flue closed.
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