posted on Jul, 28 2015 @ 03:04 PM
Oh God I can see it already...this reminds me of something from childhood (which lasted well into adulthood) that emotionally traumatized my sister
and me and I am certain similar situations to mine will arise in the UK.
I live between a couple places but my American home throughout childhood was bought when I was almost three years old and nearly thirty years later I
have the same house. Its in a town where we have fewer birds than average because of the climate. The birds we do have are incredibly varied and, some
would say "luckily," pigeons aren't all THAT common. You get three or four each week you will spot outside or out the window but they tend to land,
look around, and fly off within a minute. In all those years I've never noticed areas of bird defication and that says a lot since I live in a
neighborhood of estates built up inside a tangerines, grapefruit, orange, Angelo, lemon, and lime grove.
My neighbor across the street was a nice Mormon man with a family I still love to death but he had a real problem I will never understand. He was so
disgusted by pigeons that he put feeders all over his property with poison and his house was outlined in that bird razor-wire which was not needed and
was an eyesore. Every day it seemed like I'd wake up to more dead animals in our yard, something unheard of to the many many neighbors I asked about
it so I'm sure his feeders were the problem. The saddest part was I can only recall a handful of "pigeons" ever being killed (one grey and purple
stereotypical pigeon is all I remember all the others were the soft colored small ones, white winged doves, or this beautiful pink blue and iridescent
grey dove). Then there'd be squirrels, jackrabbits, ducks and even a cat we'd just got since he even poisoned a water source. I confronted him about
it once and he just pat me hard once on the back calling me buddy and said who cares if he keeps those damn pigeons away. It was at such a point when
I was real young my sister and I would sob relentlessly til mom rounded us up, had dad quickly hide the animal, then shed take us back out and say,
"see honey either it was asleep or someone lost his or her stuffed animal and must have came and found it," which always worked somehow. I don't see
how my parents never reported it, it was beyond animal cruelty. Even more incomprehensible was me, an animal lover and vegetarian, trying to fathom
how this seemingly nice intelligent neighbor could talk about animals and their living or dying so easily and with no emotion. How do people not feel
anything when they choose to take heaps of thinking feeling souls away for nothing more than the delusion of cleanliness?
So here it starts, people who are so bombarded, not by seagulls, but by REPORTS of seagulls and with the combination of not having sympathy and a
boring life they're desperate to do something in so even though they may not be effected by the whole seagulls phenomenon, they set up some type of
inhumane pigeon control to make themselves feel useful or something and believe me, even if you aren't an animal lover, it is a hideous experience
stepping over different stages of decomposed bodies every day everywhere.
So all I have to add to this story is anyone thinking they MUST take this matter into his or her own hands, please give it a month or two first. Hell
maybe it's a weird astronomical thing like some mass beachings are or perhaps there's a more sinister manmade reason they're temporarily on the
offense. But speaking from experience I can assure you, any living thing that eats, sniffs, licks what a gull does, drinks where a gull would...these
animals will account for 98% of your genius plans pile of corpses...and those corpses lying all about could be just as dangerous, tho in a different
manner, than a few groups of angry seagulls. Flocks of seagulls. Swarms of seagulls? Murders of seagulls? Colonies? Meh whatever.