We have lived in the Big White Money Pit for a year and a month now,
Mr. Unreserved and I have decided that we’re living in the bedroom now. Get your minds out of the gutter,
There are three things left to do in the bedroom in the near future. Doors, ceiling fan, and fireplace. Yes, fireplace. The last owners “discovered” a previously covered fireplace and ripped the plaster away with reckless abandon. Woo! Bricks! Dirt! A big hole in the wall! Then they quit.
So we did what anyone would do when moving into a bedroom with a gaping hole in the wall. We put furniture in front of it and pretended it wasn’t there. The chimney itself, lacking both a cap and a damper, had been stuffed plastic wrapped insulation.
Note the past tense in that last bit.
I noticed a month or two ago that a family of birds had made their home in the chimney. (I assumed swifts; between them and the wrens in the garage I’m starting to feel like a benevolent naturalist) They were awfully noisy, especially at 5:30 a.m.
Sunday evening we removed the furniture, and found out why the swifts were so noisy. The insulation had fallen. The floor of the fireplace had become their bathroom.
They weren’t too happy about our intrusion. They registered their disproval by attempting to poop on us.
The swifts are still up there, but there’s a new pile of insulation between us and them. Fixing up the “fireplace” wall has been moved up on my priority list. And come fall, we should probably add “capping the chimney.” Or we should get a cat that can climb masonary.