The seagulls are back! I spoke about them being evicted below, but the seagull chicks have found their way back into our garden. The smallest one seemed to have been attacked in the outside world. Even my dad caved in and gave it some food and drink. They may now become fixtures in the garden. Squawking, defecating fixtures.
This of course raises ethical questions. Should we keep feeding them? We know it's bad, and they need to be exposed to the outside world, but we don't want them do die in the wilderness (especially if they're attacked by the seagull mafia again). It's a tricky situation.
On the same topic, fuck people who call seagulls vermin. These are the same people who say squirrels are vermin. And that punching toddlers in the kidneys builds character.
Seagulls and squirrels and rats and pigeons aren't vermin, they're just trying to survive. We're as much vermin as they are. In fact more so, as we're destroying the planet. And putting on charity concerts to recognise the fact; concerts so depressing I feel like pumping endangered animals with toxic waste and personally destroying the polar ice-caps with a chisel and a cigarette lighter.
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I'm much more positive about life than the above comments indicate. So to redress the balance, here's a highly amusing video:
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The seagull saga may continue. If you see me flying through the night sky with a gull strapped to each foot, it's probably me.
Probably.
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