This month saw a seagull die in my chimney. I nearly touched the damn thing, so not only did i nearly have a heart attack when i found it, i also nearly threw up on it too. Ultimately, it was a bad day. For a while there my relationship with the feathered folk was a bit strained. I didn't want to speak to one, let alone feed one. But things changed today when we discovered that the bird feeder in the front garden had mysteriously vanished. No food for the little guys. No wonder they're all dying.
So we went into the big city and got us some seeds and shit to feed those little fuckers.
Here is one that i actually got for christmas, but only got round to hanging today. It is seeds in the shape of a bungee jumper.
All i can say is - they better that shit we gave 'em, otherwise i will be declaring war on their sorry little feathered sphincters.
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