Wood Stove Saga
When we
moved into the house here, the landlord said he’d get the wood stove
attached. It was sitting in place, but
was not attached to the chimney. A year
later he hadn’t done it. I talked to him,
and he said he couldn’t find anyone that wanted to come out and do that small a
job.
The next day,
when everything was cool, John pulled it all apart and looked up the
chimney. He couldn’t tell for sure, but
it looked like something was in the chimney.
He borrowed a strong light from a co-worker, and sure enough the chimney
was packed with sticks.
Sack full of sticks removed from chimney- great kindling |
Stick that were in chimney |
That weekend
he moved all the furniture, and the rug out of the room and with a long tool
pulled all the twigs out of the chimney that had plugged it. He finally saw day light. The stove was
reassembled, and it worked fine. A week
later, I heard something fall down the chimney and hit the stove. John ran outside and there were birds on top
of the chimney throwing stick down trying to build another nest. We built a fire, and they flew away. Not wanting to have a fire going all summer
to chase the birds away, we called our landlord and he had someone come the
next day and they put a cover on the chimney to keep the birds out!
It all works
well now, but with spring we haven’t used it that much. England is cool so I
know we will.
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