Bro in NZ suggested we got a plastic owl for the top of the boat to stop the birds using it as a toilet or for target practice.
It’s taken a while, but we have finally got round to ordering one as those we had seen in the shops were actually rather naff, not to mention expensive.
Plastic owls always look cross don’t they. Or is the expression supposed to be intimidating?
Anyway, the little chap we ordered came with fittings to attach to the bars that run along the length of the roof, and thus give the impression of being ‘perched’.
Except Fred didn’t.
We called him Fred because everyone else probably called theirs Olly or Barney.
We sent a message to the company (with an attached photo) asking if the fittings were a typing error in the catalogue, or if they had been omitted from the box.
The box that arrived by the way was HUGE, because it contained a variety of other things, including a fold down trolley and a bright yellow life buoy (pass the sunglasses please).
We had an hysterical email back from their returns department, confirming that it was Barry (Fred’s big brother) that had the fittings, and their apologies for the typing error.
We were asked if we wanted to keep Fred or return him to the aviary.
We replied saying we would be happy to give him a new home, and pride of perch (somehow) on our boat, rather than put him through the trauma of being returned to the aviary in a dark box.
We’ve promised to send a photo of him in situ in due course.