Five pm on the dot, and an oystercatcher flies up my street whistling at the top of its voice. He's certainly not after oysters that's for sure. I had heard this little guy earlier in the day as I cycled past the river. I suppose being so near to the river means that other birds, normally seabirds, occasionally venture into the city. What luck then to live so near to the river. I sometimes think, what with the gulf stream, the swaying cabbage palm beneath my almost city centre window, and the visiting seabirds, and my proximity to the hills and the countryside (due to my expert local knowledge and my skills with a bicycle), that living in Glasgow ain't that bad. I don't imagine you can say that for many other large cities.
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