Wednesday, July 23, 2025
Greger had to abandon his attempts to put the bin out this evening, as the adult herring gull launched an unexpected attack from the garage roof - which we can't see until we step outside. Over the last couple of days, we've discovered that we don't escape its wrath even when we're indoors! I was washing up at the kitchen sink when the gull, which had been standing muttering on our neighbour's chimney, zoomed down straight at me, uttering its usual angry cries.
I must admit I flinched, and almost expected to see the gull come a cropper; but either it understands windows, or it wouldn't have made contact anyway (it hasn't so far), because it veered away and upwards at the last moment and landed on our roof - leaving a couple of moist white splatters on the glass for good measure. It repeated the attack twice more when we were both there, so it was certainly deliberate. No doubt the chicks were on the part of our roof that's just above the kitchen.
Oh, Greger's tried to wheel the bin out again - and succeeded. The chicks have gone elsewhere, and the adults have presumably followed. Peace reigns.
