I leave Perugia pigeons and I find myself in Torquay, or rather, the entire region of Devon gulls. am a lover of animals, but just can not seem to love these two. This, however, must be reciporca, since the first walk in Torquay gulls have had the wonderful idea to give me their welcome: a nice cacatone jacket on again, with its indelible stain after repeated washings and still there. The thing was repeated some time ago, but this time they focused directly on my head. The scary thing is that these gulls are of impressive size (in Trani we are, but are much smaller), as well as exaggerated in size are the crap they do. To say nothing of that combine the day of collection of waste. Destroy all the envelopes to feed, leaving the streets dirty and full of leftover food. To make matters worse in the evening and the morning (while you're still blessed resting in bed) sing. So if he was a gentle and harmonious chirping there would have been pretty good, but they emit sounds kind enervated child who tries his hand for the first time with a trumpet.
I am in the throes of a real phobia of seagulls. Always walk with your head up and avoid all places where there are too, then stay at home, as they are everywhere.
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