The herring gull chick on our next door neighbours’ roof is getting restless.
Hearing the peevish whistling, I took a peek through the skylight in our garret.
No sign of the baby, parent gull snoozing in the shade of the chimney.
Spots me. “What?!”
I went down to the garden to see if I could spot the little one from there.
Yes! Living dangerously on the ridge tiles!
But seeing me with a suspicious machine aiming shots at her kiddie, Mama (or is it Papa?) was right there. “What? What do you want?”
“Fie on you paparazzi with your insolent intrusions!!”