Had a wee scare, this evening, with the minigulls. I was at my computer, chatting on Skype, when the skies erupted with flapping, shrieking gulls. Well, perhaps erupted isn’t quite the right word: there were, after all, only two of them. But they were making enough noise for a whole flock. Curious, I looked out, and noticed the same workmen who’ve cleared away several of their nests, heading off the roof with a big bag. The minigulls were nowhere to be seen. I couldn’t even hear them, which was strange, as they’d been whistling incessantly, all day. It occurred to me that the workmen might’ve cleared them away. I stood on my chair, to peer over the railing, and saw nothing. It hardly seemed possible, that they’d clear away two entire birds — hatched birds, fat birds, squealing and biting birds — but ten minutes passed, then twenty, and they didn’t reappear.
Fortunately, they were simply hiding: at the half-hour mark, their whistlings started up again, and at forty minutes, I saw them. They’re becoming rather hard to miss: they’ve more than tripled in size, and are constantly jumping and pecking and flapping their wings. Most entertaining. I’m glad they didn’t get cleared away.