They’re not afraid of me, at all. Shooing has become markedly less effective. I was up in this gull’s face with a camera, maybe three and a half feet away, and it didn’t even stop eating. I had to go out on the balcony and wibble my fingers at it, to get it to leave. Even then, it barely shifted: it executed a graceless manoeuvre, somewhere between flight and bounce, which took it as far as my neighbour’s railing. There it waited, till I went back inside, and flump, it was back on my feeder.
Why’ve I got gulls, all of a sudden? For nearly a year, they ignored my feeder completely, and now I can’t get rid of them. Horrid, messy creatures! I need a plague of starlings, or something similarly aggressive, to frighten them away.
If you don’t hear from me again, assume I’ve been mobbed and devoured by gulls.