You remember the squirrel (s) in the box gutters post last week?
I needed to have my chimney inspected and cleaned, too. I thought there might be a family of squirrels enjoying the shelter of the chimney bricks, even though there was a screen on top of it at one point. Living across the park with a ton of trees makes this neighborhood squirrelandia.
A few years ago we had a squirrel in the fireplace. Somehow Steve trapped it in a cage. Steve took it down the street in a carrier as he sported a winter parka in July and a couple of oven mitts. Not that the oven mitts would have spared him.
These men, Jim and Chris, certified Chimney Sweeps came today and did a terrific job. I found them through google and read all positive reviews- Advance Chimney- about “professional job….clean up after themselves…courteous… efficient and certified!”
Not only can my wood burning fireplace be used again (safely) BUT there were no squirrels making a home in the chimney. No roast squirrels!
There’s some pointing needed in the bottom of the fireplace. Mortar is old and crumbling but nothing major. They’ll come back and do that work when I get on the schedule. They said it would take about an hour. Cure in 24.
As they were leaving, I asked if they’d consent to be part of my people at work series.
They were gracious to allow me to get my camera and photograph them as they were ready to head out to the next job. Good sports. Thank you.
Jim and Chris enjoy their work.
p.s. I shook hands with them both. Must have been those 1964 lyrics I remember.
Squirrels! They ransack bird feeders. Had one in the fireplace the month of July a few years back. Steve had to take it down the street and he wore oven mitts and a parka in July, carrying a cage. Neighbors must have gotten a look. I am sure it ran right back to our house after he released it in the park. Some call them rats with bushy tails and they are from the order of rodentia. Their beady eyes dart about. But just look at where they live! The colors in person were even more alive. Fred Peterson, President of the Pittsburgh Poetry Society read a poem at Maker’s Mark about the delicacy at the family table- squirrel brains. Not part of my cultural upbringing so totally unappetizing to me. When Laura moved to an apartment in college, one of the housemates had one as a pet. This was a tree worth driving around the block. This is an unretouched photo taken on a glorious autumn afternoon. Closeup of nest- scroll down for second image