The oh so very nice and sweet looking seagull parents that nested on my balcony and then terrorized me. Photo by Robert Corkery.
It’s that time of year again. I am hearing the preliminary squawking cacophony of seagulls that tells me one thing: it’s nesting season again. I have nothing against bird life in particular. In fact, I put out birdseed all winter long. But I do not like seagulls.
It started a few years ago when seagulls nested in a windowbox on my balcony here in Stockholm. The beasts held me captive for an entire spring and summer. If I tried to step foot on the balcony, I was swooped and screeched at in a terrifying manner. It was my balcony darn it, they were the squatters. But I was afraid to go out. (Read the full story here.) And then there was the incident on Manly Beach in Sydney where a seagull took my sandwich right out of my hands. I was hungry and and the little thief stole my lunch. As my final piece of evidence as to the rodent-ness of seagulls, I offer the time in Copenhagen when I saw an adult eat a baby seagull in one gulp. Carnivore!
My grudge against the seagull population has only built up over the last few years. Before that, they were a happy symbol of vacations at the beach. But no more. Now I live in fear that I will be attacked on my balcony again. And every time one lands with a loud thud on my skylight, I am afraid the big beast will come through the window. Crazy birds.
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My girlfriend in LA took her kids to the beach and put her keys (car and house) in a paper bag with a chocolate chip cookie. Need I go on?
Oh, that is a good one Sharon. A few years back, I put a chocolate bar in the same pocket as my mobile on a hot summer day. That was also a good mess. Although a few numbers did not work, the phone did !
Ah, at least you still had your phone! In my story, the seagull flew away with the bag and all its contents!
Sharon: Just another reason for me to dislike those seagulls!
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