Seagull survivors
Inevitable, really. During a long day
visiting multiple sites in Kent seaside towns the car got peppered
with seagull poo. Luckily most hit the rear window. This has two big
advantages (neither as big as not being peppered by the gulls, but
still): first, there's no rush to clean it off and preserve the
paintwork; and second it will clean off eventually with the washers
and wipers, so does not require any direct input from me.
When Noah handed out the invitations
for the ark, I doubt whether the seagulls ticked the 'special dietary
needs' box. If what comes out the other end strips paint, you can't
be too fussy about what goes in at the beak. Their digestive systems
must be a feat of engineering. They feed at the landfill or even less
salubrious outlets (like the bins at McDonald's), extract sufficient
nutrition to survive, and even to fly, then pass Nitromors. That's so
robust. After all that evolution, humans need milk of magnesia and
inflatable cushions after a Friday night vindaloo, while gulls eat
rotting waste and dump paintstripper.
After the nuclear Armageddon, they'll
be among the survivors along with the cockroaches. And Joan Collins.
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