THE Girl has always been an animal lover but, of late, I’ve noticed that her attitude towards birds has changed.
This is for two reasons.
One. Her student accommodation is next to a lake which is inhabited by geese, ducks and swans.
Two. It is the nesting season.
"The geese are the worst," she says with some bitterness. Apparently, the errant fowl enjoy squawking at all hours of the day and night, leading to lost sleep and student grumpiness.
We took her back to the campus after the Easter break and discovered that there were almost as many waterfowl as students wandering around. Outside her block, a black swan, accompanied by two cygnets, was patiently tapping on the window of a ground floor student bedroom.
The return of the students and the subsequent steady supply of stale bread, pizza crusts and leftover chapattis is probably one of the highlights in the geese/duck/swan calendar.
I have advised the wearing of ear plugs to drown out the squawking. She says she’s worried that she’ll not hear her alarm and won’t get up in time for lectures.
It is, as I commented to a friend the other day, not one of the problems I expected Secondborn to face in her first year living away from home.
But, on the bright side, it does mean that she’s been exceptionally eager to return home for the holidays and the occasional weekend. Which means we have the pleasure of her company more than we thought we would.