Honestly, I felt pretty ridiculous standing there, singing to my wood stove.
But it had to be done.
Apparently a bird had managed to squeeze in under the chimney cap. And so, in one of the first signs of spring, he had flown down and was stuck in the stove which, thankfully, was not being used. The bird would be calm for awhile, then start fluttering and pecking, trying to get out.