Interrupting Gull!

Knock-knock!
Who’s there?
Interrupting Gull.
Interrupting Gull wh-
BRAWWWWWWWK!

Click here, for the interrupting gull!

I was trying to tape a male house finch doing his mating dance — it’s quite pretty, and there’s a little whistling song that goes with it — but this gull had other ideas. Gull, you’ve had your fun. There’s photographic evidence of you having your fun, all over this blog. Now, let someone else have a go!

A still shot of the finches doing their dirty bird dance.  In this case, the male was rejected:  the female stood with her back turned, for a while, then pecked his face and flew away.  Later, she accepted the courtship of what appeared to be a larger, redder male.  (Ouch.)

A still shot of the finches doing their dirty bird dance. In this case, the male was rejected: the female stood with her back turned, for a while, then pecked his face and flew away. Later, she accepted the courtship of what appeared to be a larger, redder male. (Ouch.)

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.