My, but it’s been a while! I got a bit snowed under, but I’m back, bearing gulls. So many gulls. Lots and lots and lots of gulls.
Let me begin with the adults. I’ve rather been neglecting them, lately, in favour of their cute, spotted offspring. Well, neglecting them in the photographic sense, anyway. I haven’t stopped letting them eat my birdseed. The male’s become so tame that he doesn’t fly away at my approach, and occasionally tries to rub his face on my hand, as I fill the feeder. I wish he wouldn’t do that. I don’t know where his face has been. It’s looking a bit fleabitten, lately. He seems to be in the middle of a moult. Either that, or fleas have, in fact, been biting him. Not to mention which, well —
The upside of having (inadvertently, and indeed, quite unwillingly) tamed a gull is that he now lets me circle him with my camera, snapping as many pictures as I please. Better yet, he’s quite interested in human speech, and will stick around more or less indefinitely, if chatted up. I think he’s begun to associate my voice with food. Often, when the feeder’s empty in the morning, and he wakes me up with his shrieking, I’ll drag myself out of bed, all “Hold your horses, Loudenstein. It’s coming; it’s coming.” And then I chide him for his greed, as he digs in before I’ve finished, or tries to grab the whole seedbag. Gulls are not as stupid as they look. (Though, that’s not saying much. They look VERY stupid.)
And now, for the minigulls. Only, just to be a jerk, and draw the (dubious) tension and anticipation out a bit longer, here’s a picture of two sets of COMPLETELY DIFFERENT minigulls, on other nearby roofs:
And now — really, this time — here they are. My minigulls:
And the best part, saved for last: