I live near the coast and have a flat part to my roof, under which is my home office.

I’ll often hear a sort of rag doll thumping above my head, followed by the trickle sound of sticks bouncing off slate.

It’s the Gulls, tearing apart a dead one of their own. I’ll find the bones on the ground a few weeks or months later.

Vicious creatures. Although Bird Flu appears to have decimated their numbers.