Well, Doro, you asked for it… (that would be Dorothy Thomson, RedBubbler Extraordinaire, also known [by me] as Dot, Dotty, Dottier, but not yet as Doddering or Dropsical). This Dort has posted a couple of excellent Gull-Being-Ogled-By-Disembodied-Swan-Head shots, & my photo, while not being of the highest quality, represents the Gull Way as often seen on my balcony at the Atlantis Oceanfront Inn in Gloucester, Massachusetts. This particular individual was no Jonathan Livingston Seagull (who I always thought was a bit of a twit anyway), & he did put Food, not Freedom, first at all times. He/she was not in the least put off by my presence, came right in for a highly-anticipated landing on the narrow railing seen here. But he couldn’t get a purchase; his feet went every which way, & after a few flusters & flummoxes, one of which resulted in this peculiar bit of derring-do, he plunked down on the balcony floor where bits of bread awaited. He did take off once or twice, casting dubious looks at me as you can see, but he never cleared the rail… not because he COULDN’T, but because there was still FOOD in the offing. But the best was yet to come. When the bread was gone & he’d decided persistence was futile, instead of taking off in more or less normal fashion, he decided to squeeze between the bars of the railing. He was not in the least panicky or whelmed by the circumstances ~ he just thought that going through the bars was the Thing To Do. But the process, though successful, was only marginally so… took him a number of twistings & torquings, with one wing sticking through, then the other, feet flapping on the bottom rail. Had I known how long this Major Effort would take, I’d’ve geared up for some video, but alas. In the end, he broke free, FREE, only to be pursued by a pair of terrific Common Crows (nothing common about them, rest assured) who literally ruled that roost. None of the gulls could get anywhere against them, but that’s another story.
Herring Gull ~ Gloucester, Massachusetts ~ just another day with the dippy denizens, Dort. Askance hardly covers it….