I must say that recalling this story makes me deeply ashamed of our actions. We do not condone cruelty to animals at all and even if this story sounds like it is us, it may just be all lies so don't think about reporting us!

Wearmouth Hall had little in the form of entertainment unless we entertained ourselves - it just turns out that we were actualy very good at it! As the year progresses into Spring we noticed a couple of seagulls making their nest on the roof of the canteen, just outside our bedroom windows. Now the seagulls in Sunderland are like no others - they prey on cats, small dogs and young children. Standing roughly four feet in height, these bad boys have a wing span of 3 metres and it has been known for people to move out of THEIR way!
In the beginning we started feeding the beasts. Then it quickly developed into trying to shoot them with Johnnie's BB gun but to no avail. On one occasion the BB hit the seagull as it stood on a lamp post - it looked up at us, laughed and flew off. This meant war. From then on it was our mission to kill the birds - now named George and Mildrid.
Soaking bread in bleach, hiding needles in bread...anything. These things just carried on eating it and it had no effect on them apart from putting them off balance when attempting to land or take off.
In the end the council did something worse than us - they shifted their nest and forced them out of their home. God, we loved those birds!