No, but two come every year and nest in the chimney of the house opposite whose selfish owners will not put a mesh on the cowl. Every time I leave the front door they swoop and dive at me, ignoring everyone else. Two years ago one of them made a low-dive bombing attack then discharged its load, catching me full on my bald spot. Let me tell you that if you have never been shat upon by a seagull, it bloody hurts! Had such precision bombers been recruited into the RAF in 1939 the war would have been over before 1940.