chick’s dead. sun’s up. not callous. not happy with the layout of this post though…

Erm. So the chick slwoly, ended up in our guttering which we thought was fairly safe really… until in the morning it became clear he’d chosen the bit of guttering where the down pipe is so ended up half in and half out the guttering pipe. Not sure if he fell all the way down the inside of the pipe or went over the edge and was just trying to hide in the pipe. Either way, chick is deceased I’m afraid. He was very very little indeed, and even if he’d made it to the flat roof above the utility room I don’t think he’d have made it through to adult hood. Be a bit confusing and tiring for mother gull.

Mother gull didn’t see me deposit chick in the bin, wrapped in newspaper, but did make a fuss when I was trying to drill the bike hooks into the wall. A sense of perspective would be nice – don’t mess with a man with a drill in his hand.

Second (and possibly third) chick can still be heard up chimney. Don’t think they can fall down the chimney itself which is a relief….

So sun comes up and Arlo is promised seaside. So Arlo gets ready:

hat, glasses, bag and La La who rides on my back, model's own

We play putting stones down the back of our necks, football and sitting on car, taxi and fire engine rides. We don’t make them go. Oh no. We pretend. This is much better.

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