Taking in the ambiance of Granville Island, the smell of perfectly brewed latte, chatter of hipster Vancouver shoppers choosing perfect fruit from the market and the sight of beautifully crafted sailboats moored outside, just in from the Pacific ocean, I stumbled upon this sign, “Warning: Seagulls can be aggressive. Please use caution when eating outside.” Really! A beware of seagulls sign. What next?
Not that I haven’t had my run-ins with birds. I’ve been dive bombed by bats in the middle of the night as I stumbled along a path to the outhouse in Muskoka cottage country, given the fly pass and squawk routine by crows in the spring fearing for their nests, and yes I’ve had the west coast initiation of gull poop landing on my clothes. I’ve watched falcons sore on the Haida Gwaii and bald eagles fall from high entwined with their mates. I’ve listened to owls in the night. I’ve had my bird experiences, but I’ve never had a gut wrenching fear of bird aggression. Am I missing something?
Or is it a sign of the times?
Perhaps it should read: “Beware of living.”
What do you think?