The minigulls from two roofs over are fully cooked, now, and soaring about like old pros. Just think — this’ll soon be my minigulls:
One day….
Not today. Although the larger of the minigulls achieved some decent altitude, he didn’t try to go anywhere. He flapped a few feet straight up, then let himself down gently, back onto the railing. Keep trying, gull!
I wonder if they’ll join their parents at my feeder…? I’m torn between hoping they do and hoping they don’t. If they do, I’ll be able to get a really good look at their intricately-patterned feathers. If they don’t, I’ll save a bloody fortune in birdseed and cleaning products.
