Again?

That's right, gulls.  Rub your faces all over one another.  Most romantic, I'm sure.

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?

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.

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