hmm

Went to see my friend M last night for an update on her baby grandson. He's had his biopsy (on Tues) but it will take a week or ten days to get the results. Worrying times.

While I was there, we heard a dreadful racket from the garden and went out to see what was going on. It turned out that a baby seagull had come down in the garden and couldn't get back up, and was panicking big time, trying to get through the French windows into what it thought was a dark, safe space, but obviously kept hitting the glass. And a huge flock of adult seagulls was circling the house screaming. So we had to try and catch the baby to get it back up, and away from the cat - who, fortunately, made no attempt to go for it. I think she knew it was in no state to approach; it would have had her eyes out. M managed to catch the baby in the end, at which point all the birds went completely hysterical. The baby was screeching its head off, and trying to bite her, and all the adults also screeched - one of them divebombed the cat, who fell off the wall. I collapsed laughing. And eventually, M managed to throw the baby up onto the roof of her kitchen extension, and eventually it calmed down enough for all the adult seagulls to get it back up in the air and to safety again. It was the most hilarious thing I've seen for a long time, although not from the birds' point of view I suppose.

Learning to fly is a very dangerous time for baby birds. We have lots of seaguls nesting on the roof of the building opposite where I work, and there have been lots of deaths this year - far more than I remember in previous years. Lots of sad little corpses lying squashed in the road.

hmm

Went to see my friend M last night for an update on her baby grandson. He's had his biopsy (on Tues) but it will take a week or ten days to get the results. Worrying times.

While I was there, we heard a dreadful racket from the garden and went out to see what was going on. It turned out that a baby seagull had come down in the garden and couldn't get back up, and was panicking big time, trying to get through the French windows into what it thought was a dark, safe space, but obviously kept hitting the glass. And a huge flock of adult seagulls was circling the house screaming. So we had to try and catch the baby to get it back up, and away from the cat - who, fortunately, made no attempt to go for it. I think she knew it was in no state to approach; it would have had her eyes out. M managed to catch the baby in the end, at which point all the birds went completely hysterical. The baby was screeching its head off, and trying to bite her, and all the adults also screeched - one of them divebombed the cat, who fell off the wall. I collapsed laughing. And eventually, M managed to throw the baby up onto the roof of her kitchen extension, and eventually it calmed down enough for all the adult seagulls to get it back up in the air and to safety again. It was the most hilarious thing I've seen for a long time, although not from the birds' point of view I suppose.

Learning to fly is a very dangerous time for baby birds. We have lots of seaguls nesting on the roof of the building opposite where I work, and there have been lots of deaths this year - far more than I remember in previous years. Lots of sad little corpses lying squashed in the road.