YOU go for a walk and a bird dropping lands on your head. And people say that’s lucky.

What? I don’t get that at all.

But I also don’t get how some people who coo about how lovely it is to watch birds can be so aggressive when it comes to seagulls.

I’m not an expert on ornithology (though some have called me a bird-brain) but to me a seagull is a bird. As much as any other.

And, as such, a wonder of nature to watch as it dives and swoops and squawks.

Now, according to some pest controllers, there has been an increase in complaints about seagulls in Bournemouth, which have been growing in number, attracted to the fast food left strewn around our streets at night.

Here’s a seed of a thought to peck at. Isn’t the fault here human not avian?

The mess isn’t caused by gulls but by the squalid behaviour of the primitive twits who see fit to chuck their congealing chips and putrid burgers to rot on the ground.

People who would make the most savage of pterodactyls seem civilised indeed.

I was brought up in a city. To me, it is a privilege to live near the seaside and watch a seagull in flight. Or to hear the sound of a seagull calling.

Would I support a cull? Don’t tempt me.

Not of the gulls… but what about the neanderthal fouling human pests who see fit to fling their festering fodder on the floor?

As the gulls might say… on their heads be it.