Ah, the long weekend, yes a time to sleep in, relax, and just hang around. Well that’s what our neighbourhood thought at least. Our first wakeup call was at a brutal 5:00 am on the holiday morning.
We were all jarred out of a sound sleep by a booming blast that sounded like a stick of dynamite blowing up outside of our bedroom window, which it was.
The sky was filled with a cacophony of cawing, and clucking, and screeching noises from the masses of sea gulls, and crows that had been flying around since the sun rose at a unearthly hour.
We later found out that yes, they actually used dynamite on top of the transformers topping the power lines, in order to discourage the birds from landing on them and blowing them up. Trouble was, the birds didn’t learn quickly.
Our, “life by the sea,” has masses of noisy gulls constantly circling, and it’s not very romantic to clean up the bird’s droppings that polka dot our patio constantly.
I was ever so unhappily washing down our deck later when I heard another enormous boom, crack! And just as I looked up I saw a huge cloud of transparent vapours, and a glowing fireball between swinging wires. Another poor bird down, another lesson not learnt.
Suddenly it started to rain. Or so I thought.
No a passing seagull had hit it’s mark.
Ah, yes, life by the sea. Perfection.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams