IT’S one of those things that I never thought would happen to me.
Other people fall victim, but I thought I couldn’t be touched. I thought I was invincible. I was wrong.
As I walked along Rhyl High Street eating a sausage roll, a seagull landed on my head and tried to take my dinner away.
I should have known better, after all, I have covered plenty of stories about predatory seabirds stealing the food out of peoples mouths.
I ducked quickly, wiggled my head and managed to dislodge the bird before it had taken too big a bite and watched as it disappeared down the High Street.
It’s almost May now and this kind of incident is going to happen more and more often.
Seagulls are a curse on Rhyl and they aren’t going to go away until they run out of things to eat.
Now, assuming that nobody is feeding them deliberately, this means keeping sausage rolls and pasties out of sight, using the litter bins for rubbish and not eating ice creams in the open.
Hopefully, they’ll go away eventually.
Alternatively, we could leave poisoned sausage rolls lying around and then watch as the nasty little sods perish in agony.
We could shoot them, I suppose and embark on an epic genocidal seagull cull to keep our takeaways safe.
Or we could stuff them in a crate, drive them down the coast and let them loose in Llandudno.
Any thoughts on this would be appreciated.
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Cheeky Joe wrote...
I think Llandudno has its own fair share of winged fiends. Why not dump them in Colwyn Bay, it could do with all the visitors it can get...
Posted by: Cheeky Joe | April 29, 2008 2:34 PM