Cowfold Seagull
Fan of the 17 bus
That is quite literally what l feel like doing at the moment.
A couple of months ago a new owner moved into the house next door, an elderly widow, and a very quiet but pleasnat lady she is too. An ideal neighbour . . . or so l thought.
Just recently, a few weeks ago, she has taken to feeding the birds in her garden, not just breadcrumbs and titbits mind you, but everything from loaves of bread through to bacon rashers and sausages. She is out there at daybreak virtually every morning with big plates of the goodies, distributing them liberally all over her lawn.
The inevitable result of all this is of course that the birdlife of Sussex, (and probably beyond), can't believe it's luck, and they are perched all over the neighbouring rooftops awaiting her appearance every morning. I am awoken around 5am by the cawing of the crows, (Holy God what a din), plus the noise made by every other bird known to man as they all await their full English breakfast.
This is followed a few minutes later by the old dear saying, here birdies! here birdies! and they all swoop down for their feast. Of late it hasn't just been birdies either, looking out of my window last week l noticed that a few of them had tails, the big bushy ones of squirrels, and the real horror, the longer tails of the rodents, rats and such like.
I think l am going to have to try and put a stop to this, l don't want my house to be infested any time soon.
A couple of months ago a new owner moved into the house next door, an elderly widow, and a very quiet but pleasnat lady she is too. An ideal neighbour . . . or so l thought.
Just recently, a few weeks ago, she has taken to feeding the birds in her garden, not just breadcrumbs and titbits mind you, but everything from loaves of bread through to bacon rashers and sausages. She is out there at daybreak virtually every morning with big plates of the goodies, distributing them liberally all over her lawn.
The inevitable result of all this is of course that the birdlife of Sussex, (and probably beyond), can't believe it's luck, and they are perched all over the neighbouring rooftops awaiting her appearance every morning. I am awoken around 5am by the cawing of the crows, (Holy God what a din), plus the noise made by every other bird known to man as they all await their full English breakfast.
This is followed a few minutes later by the old dear saying, here birdies! here birdies! and they all swoop down for their feast. Of late it hasn't just been birdies either, looking out of my window last week l noticed that a few of them had tails, the big bushy ones of squirrels, and the real horror, the longer tails of the rodents, rats and such like.
I think l am going to have to try and put a stop to this, l don't want my house to be infested any time soon.