Birds have been thin on the ground — er, in the sky — I mean, on the ground too, I suppose, and in the trees, and on the water, and wherever else one might find birds — lately. Birds have been thin, y’know, around, lately. I haven’t even spied an eagle from a distance, since the weekend, and the little tweeeeeeeee! birds have fallen silent. You know what’s not silent, though? You know what’s never silent? The gullie horde, that’s what. I was woken up by a monster gull, this morning; it stood outside my bedroom window, and wouldn’t shut up (or go away) till fed. I must’ve thrown my stuffed Angry Bird at the window twenty times; each time, the gull flapped up a foot or two, only to land again the minute the Angry Bird bounced back to me. And so it went, till the Angry Bird rolled under the bed, and I had no choice but to get up and feed the gull.
I did see a gull I thought might be a Western gull (rather than the Western/glaucous-winged hybrids that are so common, around here), but closer inspection revealed small greyish marks on its head and neck: probably another hybrid. It’s the smaller one, pictured below. Just look at that silly gullwalk!
Tomorrow, I’m going to try to get close to a bufflehead. Wish me luck!