A seagull tried to dive-bomb me this morning. Gaz warned me last week that this sort of thing went on around here, but I assumed he was just some sort of bird magnet because in almost a year of living here I'd never encountered any territorial seabirds.
But I had just set off and was listening to Hospice by The Antlers* when I heard a squawk. I turned around and found myself eye-to-eye with a frowny looking seagull, swooping towards me at about head height.
I ducked, and once this mad-eyed thing had passed over me I ran, quite fast.
But anyway! This blog isn't supposed to be about my morning jolt of SHEER BIRD TERROR. It's supposed to be my triumphant return to blogging after a week or so without updates. We managed to ruin another computer and we had to wait a few days for Sarah's dad to sort us aht, but all is well now.
So how are you? Good?
Joel.
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