Soon — very soon, I promise! — this will stop being the gull development blog, and go back to being the bird-studded, outdoor-living haven of sucked eggs one knows and loves. I think the first of the minigulls will take to the skies, tomorrow. He finally made it over the mid-roof dividing wall, today. He stood on my side of the roof, and watched his father raid my feeder. He looked very interested in the feeder, and entirely uninterested in me. Even when I snapped my camera at him, I scarcely warranted a glance. If that minigull decides to come over here, there won’t be a bally thing I can do about it.
With every flight, he seems to gain confidence. I think he could reach my balcony, now, if he tried. He can get from one end of the roof to the other without trouble. Though, he hasn’t quite grasped the concept of chainlink fences, quite yet. He bumped into one, today, mid-flight. To be fair, one doesn’t usually encounter fences on rooftops. Poor wee bugger.
He’s really getting the hang of it. Stick that landing, gull!
I don’t think there’s any food, there. But if there is, this gull will find it.
Shake-shake-shake. (Shake your booty?)
