Some birds don't know when they're on to a good thing. This herring gull landed on Cruachan lawn yesterday evening but, when we arrived, seemed to be spurning the chunks of brown bread which Alasdair was throwing to it.
The local gulls aren't like city gulls, pushy and obnoxious creatures which build their nests in people's chimneys, so tend to keep their distance from humans, but it rapidly became apparent that this one had a problem - a damaged or deformed right leg. Yet it still spurned the bread.
Finally, it began to feed, much to Alasdair's obvious pleasure. "I've always been good at attracting birds," he explained.