We’d been having problems with flies over the last few days. There were way more getting into the house than is normal, and even with the hot weather it was abnormal.
I was pretty sure that this meant something had died somewhere and the life cycle of death was taking place. If you look this up on the internet you find that there is a sequence that takes a few days and manifests first as blowflies (you’ll probably think of them as “Greenbottles”), and then the aptly named flesh flies.
I reached the point yesterday where I’d had enough. The majority of flies seemed to be in the lounge and so I shut myself in there and spent 20 mins trying to kill every fly in the room. I was pretty sure that I’d gotten them all so I sat for another half-an-hour looking at the window, where the flies had seemed to be gathering. I was thinking that perhaps they were in the wall cavity, and had found a gap somewhere that they could squeeze through.
And I sat.
And then a fly flew over my head, from behind me. I thought it was one that I’d missed from the early genocide, so I dispatched him to join the others.
And I sat.
And then another fly flew over my head, from behind me. Even I’m not that inefficient.
And then it dawned on me. The chimney.
There’s no longer a fireplace there, but the chimney is still there and open to the elements. We’ve had a sparrow fall down before and get caught behind the board that’s in front of the opening to prevent draughts, and we assisted him out. So it made sense that perhaps there was something else that had fallen down and was now decaying behind the board.
I cleared everything out of the way and moved the board, and several flies buzzed around my head, but I couldn’t see anything else untoward, until I shone my torch up the flue pipe and there, was a dead wood pigeon, jammed in the flue.
I donned some protective gear (I couldn’t find my dust mask, so had to go a bit wild west), and with a bin liner in one hand , carefully positioned beneath the flue, I reached up with the other hand and dislodged the pigeon.
In the end it wasn’t a difficult job, and there wasn’t too much mess to clear up, even though the pigeon had done a pretty good job of sweeping the chimney on his way down.
It’s also cleared up the fly problem almost instantaneously.
RIP Percy Pigeon, I’m not sure how you came to fall down the chimney in the first place, and I’m not sorry to see you removed from your temporary resting place, but I am grateful you’ve taken all your winged companions with you.
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A good bit of detective work there, Alan. Cleaning up that sort of mess isn’t pleasant at all, but it sounds like it wasn’t too bad. We’re having a very long, warm summer this year, and the flies have been a real pain. Of course, they’re not as bothersome as the frequent sever thunderstorms we’ve been having. We’re really looking forward to autumn and even winter, after a summer like this.
Hi David, it wasn’t too bad, just glad to get it cleaned up.
We’ve not had any rain since 25th May, so the garden and allotment are suffering a bit but there’s been no hose pipe ban yet. Hoping we’ll get some rain soon though.
That’s quite a long while to go without moisture. Hope you get some rain before they consider any water bands in your area. We’ve had very little rain, as well. Our garden hasn’t been able to do much. Every time the plants start looking like they’re doing something, another thunder storm pummels them to the ground. The storms don’t last long, nor leave much moisture. Just hail, a hard downpour, then the sun comes back out to scorch what’s still standing. It’s been a tough growing season, for sure. Thankfully, the Lord has diverted the worst of the storms away from us. I’ll take the poor producing garden plot over what has happened to other communities in the province.
I will be building some sort of structure over the garden plot for next year, to help protect it from the weather. What ever it is, it will have to be strong enough to stand up against the wind.
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