I have written before about the seagull who decided she wanted to be part of my house hold. A little girl who came to stay for a while named her Mindy, and the name stuck.
Mindy would enter my house via the kitchen patio doors to finish off my FatCat Skittle’s left overs
She would break into my house via the balcony doors, or studio windows And I would hear her feet slapping on the bare floor boards as she walked around the house, inspecting the going ons.
I was sitting under a tree in my garden, once, drumming, and I saw her circling above me in the sky. I called her down, and she came and sat beside me quietly as I continued drumming.
Even my cat, Skittle (Gen. Major, lord of all he surveys) saw the point of Mindy, as once he had licked the juicy jelly of the Felix pouch dinner, she would be on hand to gobble up the scussy remains – and he could ask for a new pouch with a clear conscience; ‘Look, Tin-opening You-There, I really have nothing left on my plate!’
And I suppose I got so used to her in my life that when I had some builders around the other week I didn’t even think of shutting her out. And they freaked her out to the point where she suddenly took flight in my living room, and with two or three strong wing beats flew straight at the windows and brained herself against the glass; cat food and seagull mess all over the windows and walls and Mindy scrunched up on the floor. She was suddenly so tiny, her wings trailing as she tried to edge her way away from me. From me! And there was nothing I could do to help her other than open all the windows and close all the doors on the builders – and leave her alone to find her way out.
But I suppose I am more shocked than she is. She is still begging to be let in, but I keep my doors and windows firmly closed…
She is a wild creature, and I really do not know how to cope with her when she freaks. Any suggestions?