Minigulls…CONFIRMED!

Recently, I’ve been noticing the gull riding higher on her nest…almost as though she had something more substantial than eggs, under her wings.

AND SHE DID!

Cute, puffy little gulls.  Well done, ya dirty rooftop boinkers.  Congratulations.

Cute, puffy little gulls. Well done, ya dirty rooftop boinkers. Congratulations.

Yep! The minigulls are de-egged, and ambulatory. This afternoon, just before lunch, a pair of them tottered out of the nest, and poked their beaks round the corner. I didn’t get a very good look, or a very long one — Mr. and Mrs. Gull lost no time in herding them back to the nest — but there’s no doubt about it: those are two very small, very spotty gulls. I do hope they wander over this way, once they’re a bit bigger. I’d love a better look.

For now, though, it’s back to work with me; awfully busy, this week.

Congratulations, gulls; spy on you later. ;-)

Sparrowfeeding (again!)

A selection of today’s visitors:

I can't imagine the day when these little scenes will fail to delight.  Eat up, little one!

I can’t imagine the day when these little scenes will fail to delight. Eat up, little one!

I know I've been rather down on pigeons, lately, even going so far as to speak of putting them in pies.  And my portraits of them tend towards the unflattering.  But, here, check out the way the light's coming through this one's orange eyeballs, casting colourful patches of light across that crinkly eyeskin!  (I think that's about as charming as it's going to get, for a pigeon.  Sorry!)

I know I’ve been rather down on pigeons, lately, even going so far as to speak of putting them in pies. And my portraits of them tend towards the unflattering. But, here, check out the way the light’s coming through this one’s orange eyeballs, casting colourful patches of light across that crinkly eyeskin! (I think that’s about as charming as it’s going to get, for a pigeon. Sorry!)

Little birds have an awfully rough go of it, in the early weeks of their lives.  The instant they leave the nest -- and even before -- they're ready prey for, well, just about anything with a mouth. But the very beginning, those first few days, pillowed below by the nest, and above by the mother bird's feathers, must be terribly comfortable.   These feathers belong to a male gull, but don't they look cushy?

Little birds have an awfully rough go of it, in the early weeks of their lives. The instant they leave the nest — and even before — they’re ready prey for, well, just about anything with a mouth.
But the very beginning, those first few days, pillowed below by the nest, and above by the mother bird’s feathers, must be terribly comfortable.
These feathers belong to a male gull, but don’t they look cushy?