Reproductive aerobics
Friends from Colorado visited yesterday, taking a day out from a golfing whirlwind. Strolling Cromarty streets in the gap between pizzas and ice cream, we heard an odd noise above.
Gulls are noisy at the best of times, the noises usually odd. This was odder.
Mrs Gull was shouting, come on big boy, hop on. He did, she went on shouting, he nearly fell off several times, waving wings to stay on board. In the end she gave a satisfied squawk in a descending minor key, visibly relaxed, and flew away leaving him to fall off.
Chimney life, eh?
181
views
- 13
- 0
Comments
Sign in or get an account to comment.