Today has been a sad day at work. I went out for a ciggie and noticed a crowd looking up the road.
Just because I am nosey I wanted to know what they were all looking at and went to investigate and was presented with what I now know was a young fledging Seagull. I must admit s/he didn't look damaged or hurt, looked well fed and could run s/he just couldn't fly.
By the time all the onlookers had gone there were two of us left. The gentleman asked me if I could make sure the bird didn't go on the road whilst he went to call the RSPCA.
After 10 minutes he came back to tell me what I already knew because someone else had called the RSPCA if the bird is in the road it's a Police matter. BTW the RSPB directed us the RSPCA website so as advised and very apologetically I did call Steelhouse Lane Police Station Explained the reason why I called them and wouldn't normally only to be met with the response call the RSPB.
The office decided to make a box up and go and catch said seagull at lunch time to enable us to call the RSPCA and let them know it wasn't on the road any more. The bird didn't want catching and we thought it best not to stress it out or frighten it any more than it already was.
On my way home the poor thing was tucked up in a gutter. I called my colleague and said bring the box down Seagull is now knackered. However said Seagull found a new lease of life and did yet another runner.
Mommy Seagull was screeching and screaming from above us and once again I had to leave it to its destiny. The poor thing has avoided cars wandered across roads and distressed and the RSPCA wouldn't come out and help us because it was on a road.
The Police didn't think it was a priority (Quite Rightly so) mean while the bird is dicing with death I thought the whole point of the RSPCA was To help animals in distress.
This animal needed help and no one would help us help it. It turns out it has been ground Bourne since Friday afternoon. I think that's long enough to offer the poor little fellow/ess a helping hand.
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