Yesterday afternoon we went for a stroll along the beach (Dysart to West Wemyss).
As per usual we picked up lots of pieces of glass (I’m collecting them in the hope that one day I might start making pictures out of them) and we also got a few stones for Amanda’s Dad (he likes to be able to “feel” Scotland, even though he’s never been here).
The tide was starting to come in by the time we got to the outcrop near West Wemyss so we had to clamber over some of the rocks to get to the beach by West Wemyss, but we thought it would be worth it because the beach was clear and open, and there would be lots of pieces of glass there.
Amanda headed off up the beach while I edged along the top of the waterline, dodging the incoming water, when I suddenly realised that there was a bird flapping away in the surf.
I called Amanda over and managed to pick it up from the water.
It couldn’t stand up properly, and its neck was twisted so its head was on the ground all the time.
Neither of us had our phone with us so we couldn’t call anybody for assistance. The only thing we could do was to rearrange everything we had collected and put it in one of the carrier bags we had with us and take it home. This meant a really difficult rush up over the hill along the coastal path, and my back was giving me hell climbing the steep steps, but “Sammy the Seabird” was more important than worrying about that.
When we finally got home Sammy was put in the bath with a little water while I found the number for the Scottish SPCA and called them to send somebody out.
In the time it took them to arrive poor little Sammy seemed to get a little bit stronger, occasionally trying to stand up. At one point, after he had done a nice squirty poo, he even managed to stand up almost properly, although lifting his head was still difficult.
When the guy from the SSPCA arrived he told us that Sammy was a Guillemot, but also gave us the bad news that his neck was broken because he had flown into something (apparently they do it a lot) so there was no hope for him.
Sammy was put into one of their brown carrying boxes and taken away by the nice SSPCA man who would put Sammy out of his misery.
Sleep tight Sammy.