I own a seagull.

A photo of a baby seagull eating fish from a plate

This weekend, Ine looked out the apartment window to see the neighbour’s cat harassing a baby seagull – chasing it up and down the path, backing it into a corner. It looked terrified.

I went out and shooed away the cat and the bird ran out to the front of the house and into the road. So, I scooped it up before any cars hit it and popped him in my basement for safe-keeping.

A baby seagull stood in the basement of a house

When you find a bird, you aren’t really meant to take them in. Whilst it is a myth that once you have touched a bird the parents will reject it, you are meant to leave them where they are for the parents to find and protect.

The intention was to put the bird back when the neighbour’s cats – yes, multiple – weren’t around. But they always were. So we kept it in the basement overnight.

During the day we have been putting the bird back outside. It tries to fly, but is too young to do so and last night came to our front door, looking a little terrified, to spend the evening in the basement once more.

So, I guess now Ine and I are parents of a seagull. Named Otto.

We’ll continue to feed the bird a diet of fish, berries, and cat food. Come nightfall, we will pop it in the basement if it’s around the garden and bring it back out during the daytime. And hopefully the little birdy will make it’s new mamma and daddy proud by learning to become independent and fly away soon.

3 Comments

  1. Thank you for helping this little cutie! People don’t like seagulls much, and it’s disgusting how they’re often treated. Lucky Otto!

  2. Once I saw a seagull eating another bird in the park while I waited for my ex wife to bring the garbage out so I could search it for signs of Cliff Bar crumbs which she claims she hates but then who ate my Rocky Road Butter Crunch??? Hmm Linda??? Who???? Anyway she saw me and called the cops but jokes on her I burned off my fingerprints a week ago so they can’t book me until those grow back and by then I’ll have moved to Kentucky. Wonder if they got gulls in good ol’ ‘Tucky, land of the free home of the brave (especially after I make my way there if you catch my drift). Anyway, you done good by keeping this little fleabag alive, but as I said from previous experience… Sleep with one eye OPEN! Only thing more traitorous than a gull in heat is Linda when she finds out I stole her identity and applied to trade school with it! New life new me as they say!

    Your Boy Stevie, Over & Out

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