Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Tuesday, 5 August 2014
A view you don't normally get of a juvenile Gull. It's probably just as well.
Last year a fat wood-pigeon landed on the opaque plastic roof of my white garden gazebo, unaware that I was beneath it. I quietly put an index finger under its feet, and gently lifted up as if it was perched on my finger, which it was.
It must have wondered what was going on, but it stayed there, trying to work it out. They are surprisingly heavy, but not as heavy as pheasants.
A shooter friend of mine turned up in the pub with a black eye one day, and I asked her what happened.
She had shot a high overhead pheasant, and it came right down into her face at high speed, knocking her off her feet. It was the ballistic equivalent of being on the receiving end of a punch by Mike Tyson, but only one.
It is amazing to think that this gull has only been out of its shell for a few weeks. They have a bloody difficult life - every other adult does its best to kill them until they get big enough to defend themselves, then they do the same to all the others.