Nope, I'm pretty sure that's something I have never shared. And you're going to wish after reading this that I had let it remain a deep, dark secret a few more years.
Last fall, Barry decided to clean out the chimney before the new heating season began. Our brick chimney runs through the middle of the house. At the bottom, in the basement, there's a little door you can open to sweep out the ashes that have fallen to the bottom of it. It appeared that nobody had cleaned out our chimney in years, maybe decades, because he shoveled out garbage pail after garbage pail of ashes and soot.
And a duck.
Or at least a big bird of some sort. Maybe a seagull.
Anyway, there was this dead bird entombed in the chimney, partially burnt away but still enough there to hold together and be very clear that it was a big bird. We figure the poor thing fell down the chimney last spring sometime and of course could not get out. We just hope he died quickly.