That’s right, gulls. Rub your faces all over one another. Most romantic, I’m sure.
And…the quest for MOAR GULLS continues. This is curious: I saw the female gull laying eggs, today. Shouldn’t they be finished with this part of the process?
Also, a memo to you crows, preening one another on my balcony in the mornings: I get it. I really do. You two crows like each other. You spend every day together. You nest together each year. However, as you can see, when you peer in my window — which you do every day! — no-one is sharing my nest. Flaunt your affection elsewhere! Smug bastards.
