While Europe is preparing for an outbreak of bird flu, (government action plans, seminars being held at work on ‘how to cope’, constant news coverage) I am quietly satisfied that these avial pests are being shown for the filth that they are.
Yes, I’ve been raving about their evilness for years.

(This is where the preverbial cartoon light bulb goes off above your head if you’re reading this signally, ‘mental girl who has it in for birds and will think up just about any good reason to tie her hatred in with possible pandemic)….and you’d probably be right.

It harks back to when a crow nearly stole my dog while it was sunbaking as a puppy, almost right from under my nose. An incident that has stayed with me till now. And oh no, I’m not letting go.

Add to that the horror of finding a pigeon in my kitchen one morning years and years later….and bashing it with a broom, (feathers flying) until the dirty, dirty beast left my abode, and well, you have someone with a severe case of avial hatred.

And it hasn’t let up. See pictorial evidence of when I went to Notre Dame last year with my friend Miriam.

Ugghh. Disgusting.

So now I read that due to the contaminated French duck they found with the H5N1 strain,
(Sounds like something in Yakult), that they have removed ravens from the Tower of London and placed them inside specially built avaries inside one of the towers.

And apparently these ‘ravens’ aka ready-to-peck winged rodents have names…
Baldrick, Thor, Branwen, Hugine, Gwyllum and Munin.
How very Blackadder.
I’m so glad they’re gonna be looked after while one of their dirty feathered friends might be flying around somewhere dropping their infected faeces on humans.

And look at the guy who looks after them….

Derrick Coyle - Tower of London raven master.
Mentalist.