Welcome to my piece of shoreline. The fishing is good. Tourist snacks are appreciated. Eating chips? If you drop any I’ll clean up. Same for that last bite of sandwich.
My favorite activity? Well, it depends on many things. I enjoy flying. Following a boat — in hopes they toss a few edible bits off the stern — is great fun. Swimming is part of daily life, I can even work in a little fishing at the same time. Walk on land? Of course, webbed feet work just fine on rocks, sand, and grass. I’ll be social and participate in colony life. You may have heard us. When we gather by the hundreds humans complain of the noise. (As if they should talk. Have you heard some motorized vehicles?)
When you distill my wants and needs to the basics, I’m not that different from other birds or animals. I’m content if I have a meal, a mate, and a nest.
Early in the later-in-life romance, Morning Tryst, our hero launches into an informal lecture admiring gulls. Is it the topic or his voice that impresses the photographer most? Check out the book blurb at the link: https://amzn.to/35gH37S




















