Six o’clock seagull

One of the disadvantages of living in a terrace house, especially one with no garden, is you don’t see much wildlife. Ok, that’s not strictly true. A few years ago on the way back from the pub we did rescue a hedgehog and a frog from becoming road kill, but that’s about it.

The only birds we get are pigeons, whose ancestors stayed instead of moving house with the guy who kept them, and seagulls.

A few weeks ago we were in the kitchen preparing dinner when I noticed out of the window a seagull sitting on the shed roof. It had a good peer through the window to see what we were doing then flew off.

The next day again whilst we were in the kitchen preparing dinner, Mr Seagull (we have no idea if it’s a male or female so we just called it a he) returned, had another good stare through the window then flew off.

Guess what happened the next day, and the one after that, and the one after that too.  For about two weeks the same thing happened and at the same time of day too.

Come six o’clock Mr Seagull would arrive, have a good look though the kitchen window, then 15 minutes later fly off.

As it was around nest making time we think he might have wanted to get away from Mrs Seagull as sometimes he would settle down for a quick nap before flying off.

Marie