But that's based fiction. Much as I like to read a good story, (or write one) I'm not keen on the thought of the plot becoming reality.
Menacing seagulls are taking control of an idyllic village in Cornwall and a Scottish seaside town, leaving the people powerless to control them.
Back in 1963, I could imagine people trapping or shooting the blighters and riding their town of the menace. However, nowadays, people respect the right of birds, don't they?
London Council carried out a cull of the pigeons littering Trafalgar Square when they became a public nuisance. In 2009, a hawk flew over the 'flying rats' for four hours every day and reduced their numbers from 4,000 to just over 100. Wardens also discouraged people from feeding the pigeons in an effort to turn the birds away.
So it seems, when birds become reliant on people for food, they abandon their normal instinct to fend for themselves.
It's not a secret that all my novels are set in my beloved Cornwall, land of my forebears. That's a beautiful part of our fair land. But I hadn't considered this worrying aspect.
What would you do if birds constantly pounded their beaks on your window?