Mr Waffle had a work triumph and we had a weekday outing to Howth to celebrate.
We had lunch and a walk. A classic combination. After lunch, I got a 99 and we went for a stroll on the pier. There weren’t any people around.
On the exposed pier, the seagulls saw me and my ice cream and started flapping around trying to take it from me. In the absence of other punters I was (if you’ll forgive me) a sitting duck. I scuttled along anxiously guarding my ice cream but a seagull came diving in from behind and took a big mouthful. They’re big animals, you know. In what I have to say was not my finest hour, I threw the ice cream on the ground and abandoning the others I dashed off the pier shouting at the seagulls “Take it you bastards”.
Seagulls are a menace.
Many years ago we were admiring the gardens in Prince’s Street in Edinburgh – looking at the castle etc, when a seagull swooped on my younger son (then still a child) and took his whole sandwich (cream cheese and salmon, for the record) – he’d had one bite.
The family have had a ‘thing’ against seagulls ever since.
Nice to see seagulls adapting and getting fish in new ways, you might say. I always think of the Australian seagulls in “Finding Nemo”: “Mine, mine, mine!”
https://youtu.be/H4BNbHBcnDI
Exactly…