We visited Scarborough on the Yorkshire coast where the Kittiwakes appear to have take over the town, nesting on any available ledge on any structure that substitutes for a cliff face, with the town bridge and the ( not so ) Grand Hotel being particular favourites. Their cries are the constant soundtrack as you walk around. (Joyce even got a nice present as we walked through the high street when one pooped on her from the nest above, she was not best pleased!), But good luck to the birds for their opportunist nature is what I say.
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