Among the most graceful of birds, they have the ugliest faces; in the countenance of a seagull we observe all the bitter hatred and malignance which we usually associate with the faces of money-lenders or book censors.
A timely post for me as I sit listening to seagulls’ incessant squabbling, a little apprehensive about sitting in the garden without the parasol up to prevent…. well, you know. Of course, I’m nowhere near the sea.
A timely post for me as I sit listening to seagulls’ incessant squabbling, a little apprehensive about sitting in the garden without the parasol up to prevent…. well, you know. Of course, I’m nowhere near the sea.
No one would ever accuse them of being discreet or unobtrusive; ‘the sweet cry of the gentle gull’?