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  A pet hate of mine. How can something so graceful make such a god-damn awful racket? Why couldn't you make them sing like canaries evolution?!
  
  I love watching them at the eastern end of the beach, where they are akin to holding a large nursery while the parents go out to fish, but they have got way too numerous in the last few decades and their encroachment into my life and living space is really annoying.
  
  We have one (well, presumably two, and now a chick) nesting on our chimney for the first time this year. The noise from the chick is horrendous and just doesn't stop (almost as annoying as my constantly door slamming human neighbours). Add to that that they (gulls, not neighbours) seem to think my car is a threat to them when it pulls up late at night and consequently it gets shat on on a pretty much daily basis. If I have my way we're getting some spikes or a box on that chimney before nesting season next year.
  
  And don't start me off about other neighbours who think that it's acceptable to encourage them by feeding the bastards at stupid o'clock in the morning. That's ASBO behaviour in my book. They are wild animals, not pets to be domesticated for your amusement (at the expense of my (and everyones within a half mile radius) sleep). Same goes for the ladies I've witnessed that appear to be bringing three or four bags of bread for them a day along Barton Path and in Pencester Gardens. You wouldn't do that for rats would you? So, why is it OK for these sky rats? Despite appearing to be fed well they'll still rip open bins along the town centre every night.
  
  A friend of mine had the same problem (he lived in an attic bedsit) and reckons that he used to feed them when he wanted to sleep as it shut them up. He also claims that they stopped crapping on his motorbike and ripping open his bin-bags after he started doing this, and that they would even stop other gulls from approaching said bags. B***red if I'm going to try that. Sounds like encouraging them to me.
  
  They used to cull them in the '70s when I were a lad. We seem to have lost the idea of keeping nature in check to the "Ahh, aren't animals cute" brigade.

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