Oh, sorry, been busy planning a field trip. Getting on the bigbus in the morning and going with my walking stick into the wilds of Argyll... Wandering Time!!!!
Ok, the gull.
I have a large bamboo mat that covers most of my kitchen floor. About six ft by 10 ft. Normally keeps the floor clean, but occasionally I need to get the areas between the edges and where the cabinets start scrubbed. So I swept it, rolled it up. Wrestled it into the hallway. Got the kitchen table and chairs out into another room. Got a bucket of hot water and scrubbed the beejezus out of my kitchen floor. (After doing all the cabinet and counter-top surfaces.) I do this at least once a month - hey, I have the time and have become obsessed with 'clean' in my old age.
Anyway, I had all four of the windows wide open, to let a breeze in to help dry the floor. Also had some bread cooling on a rack near one of the windows. (You can see this coming, right?)
Left the room, was doing other housework. Came back 10 minutes later to see how the floor was drying and guess what was standing on my just-scrubbed counter, eyeing the loaf of bread with it's beady little eyes? (It wasn't the bread that had beady little eyes!)
I actually screamed "oi!" for the first time in my life. And went after it with the mop. Fortunately, it didn't leave me any presents and skedaddled right back out the window with much squawking and flapping of wings.
Had to wipe down the whole counter-top with bleachwater again.
It was good the little neighbor kids weren't home to hear the string of expletives I was yellling as I charged the little b.... {ahem} birdy.
