It’s been getting down into the 40’s and 50’s at night this past week, so we decided it was time to turn the heat back on. Sure enough, it wouldn’t turn on. Fortunately, we have a cheap service contract with the gas company, so we called and they sent someone out today.
Everything seemed normal. The repair man looked at the system and read the diagnostic lights. “You’re not getting enough airflow in the exhaust,” he said as he proceded to take the screws out of the exhaust duct. “Must be some blockage.”
He removed the duct and out popped a beak. “Uh. Haven’t seen this before. There’s a DUCK in your DUCT.” Yes, a duck, quite dead and well-preserved had fallen down our chimney and scooted through several feet of the ductwork in the basement. Poor thing was barely small enough to fit.
“I’m not paid enough for this. Gotta bag?” Picture a green feathered head sticking out of a duct, as he’s shakes the pipe. Eventually, the head is followed by a body that falls into the bag. He attaches the duct to the heating system (it works now) and leaves with a new story for the guys back at the office.