I know what that means now. Dawkins (the cat, not the biologist) was hiding in the bushes in the garden. He saw a young bird in the grass and he pounced on it. He didn't quite catch it but got his paws and teeth onto it before it got away. I thought I could intervene but I was few seconds too late. I scooped the cat up and the bird floundered in the grass unable to fly.....and then fell onto its back, eyes staring up into the sky. I put Dawkins in the house was about to go back outside to see if anything could be done. Through the kitchen window I saw a huge seagull come seemingly from nowhere - and with pinpoint precision landed on the little dying bird and carried it away. All of this to the strains of Bad Day by Daniel Powter on Spotify.
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Dr Adrian Jannetta. Amateur astronomer, maths teacher and science enthusiast.