Feeding The Birds

I'm a bit of a naturalist but I'm not keen on a few birds. Pigeons and seagulls I save a certain amount of hatred for. These are noisy, dirty and quite rude creatures. Not unlike we humans, I might add, but a healthy dislike I do have for.

The other night I started feeding the seagulls. Perhaps it was the better side of my nature. Perhaps I was caught up in the moment. Perhaps it was the inherent benefactor within. Perhaps that's all bullshit.

We had gone out to buy sushi and eat it at the riverside. It was a lovely evening and that seemed like a decent plan. Miky had been working all day and the boy and I had been to the pool for an hour and a half. The river isn't too far away so we ventured there together.

The sushi was ok with the California roll much better than the Chicken katsu roll, however. There were some minute leftovers so I fed the nearest seagull. Ok, so it was a piece of ginger. And he didn't like it. But one of his mates ate it. "Hey, I have some wasabi (which I detest) left over as well." I thought. So, a bit of ginger covered in wasabi was fed to the gulls. One of them ate it. And he was fed a second piece as well.

I am nothing if not vengeful. Call me horrid. I can live with that.