The Saga of Splash

Here's one for all you animal lovers out there (although I can't promise a happy ending).

Splash, the seagull (a small variety) arrived on Saturday afternoon after Mrs Viking had finished her morning surgery at the clinic. Splash had suffered some form of truama to his (his for convenience, sex unknown) head, and had been resident at the clinic since Thursday.

Yesterday splash spent his day swaying (you couldn't really call it standing) , sitting, bobbing (when placed in water) , controlling decent before crashing (when launched) and spitting out the food that he was fed. All in all it was not looking to good for splash so the decision was taken to PTS before we went to bed. However, Mrs Viking was called out at the last moment and as she did not return until the early hours, Splashes fate swung in the balence for another night.

This morning the cry went up "lets put that bird out of it's misery", but of course first it was neccesary to check for any improvment. So, splash was duly Launched into the skys..... To our surprise splash did not simply control his decent before crashing uncerimoniously into the ground, instead he flew upwards in a controlled circle between the house and the trees (before crashing uncerimoniously into a bush). Reprieve Number 2.........

Today (Sunday), Splash has spent his day standing (with a hint of sway), bobbing (with a hint of swim), drinking, swallowing (one entire king prawn and some cat food so far..), and keeping Peggy amused.

So assuming that splashes recovery continues it'll be off to Rema 1000 for a kilo or two of frozen prawns on the way home from work tommorow.