Nan's gull story!

Just like Panda is my daughter's panda.  It works!

No need to mess with perfection!   

hahaha that story is excellent Nan

Heehee! You are very lucky he didn't leave you any presents! 

I had a Herring gull freaking out in my utility room once, it was a poopfest! 

In the months before I came over to meet my now-husband in person, when we were just good friends who'd met on Facebook, he came home one day to find a rook in his lounge.  In relaying the story of it, my now-husband used the phrase "it $hat on my champagne!" (he'd been given a bottle of champagne that he was saving for when he finished the degree program he was working on at the time).  I'd never heard that word used so eloquently before.  But poopfest works, too. 

Birds, man.  That cute little bird that I found in my bedroom earlier this year pooped on my Disco Squid (I won a tournament at Minecraft and got to pick out a prototype figure as a prize... yes, I'm a grown-up!).

I love him! I call him bird!   

I cannot wait to tell my husband that there's someone else as good at naming things as I am!  Larrabee, you're the best!

$hat

It's so much more emphatic in the past tense! 

I have both living on my roof! There used to be a lesser black backed couple but the herring gulls (guilty of trespassing in my utility room) are bullies and made them leave.
But the last year the black backs were there, one of their babies was a bit of a runt... normally they are down on the ground for a day or two at most before they take off but this one lived in the garden for 6 weeks, slept on the ground! Don't know how he survived.
He comes back every year with his wife, he was on the neighbours roof for the first couple of years but he has finally moved back onto mine!

He's such a character! I love him! I call him bird!   

We love our gulls...especially the fuzzy grey chicks and the awkward juveniles when they're just learning to 'gull'.  We have both herring gulls and LBBs too... we watch them from our windows and they are so entertaining! 

It had wings. Feathers. Legs and feet. Squawked indignantly. Much flapping.

It had to fold wings to get back out the window, for size. (Our windows swing in to the room, rather than lifting up, to open.)

Other than that, it was a seagull. 

Stupid b... {ahem} bird.

It had wings. Feathers. Legs and feet. Squawked indignantly. Much flapping.

It had to fold wings to get back out the window, for size. (Our windows swing in to the room, rather than lifting up, to open.)

Other than that, it was a seagull. 

You really need to be more observant, Nan. 

Next time I'm trying to splat a seagull with a mop in my kitchen I'll be sure to take notes.

 

Next time I'm trying to splat a seagull with a mop in my kitchen I'll be sure to take notes.

 

That's no way to treat a visitor!   

Unwelcome guests often get that treatment.