This year a few weeks after the first one fell down from the roof into the garden, the second one fell outside at the front of the house near the road. I was afraid it would be run over by a car and also the parents would probably cause havoc swooping on people in the street. So I rescued it by throwing a towel over it and putting it in a cardboard box. I then reunited the little bird with its sibling in the back garden. They didn’t seem too impressed with each other at first, but soon they were having great fun practising their flying and pecking at toads!
I looked out the window one day and saw one of them pecking at something, it looked like a frog shape but it was covered in dirt and I thought it was a toy frog belonging to the kids next door (their toys sometimes end up in my garden), but then it moved. I had to try and rescue it, which meant getting near the gull chick without frightening it too much – while at the same time trying to avoid being seen by the parents on the roof – which would most likely involve them going berserk and swooping on me. I managed to do it and I put it in the water bowl I had for the chicks. It swam around a bit and and when all the dirt washed off I could see it was a lovely toad. It eventually hopped off somewhere and I hope its OK.
This also reminded me of Jasper and how little I knew about gulls 5 years ago. One evening when it was raining really heavily I felt sorry for Jasper and thought he/she should have a little cardboard box for shelter. In this photo Jasper’s look seems to be saying “you cannot be serious?”. Little did I realise that gulls (even chicks a few weeks old) are hard as nails and love water – any kind of water.