I'm sure you're all aware of my interest in the local Common Gull numbers. I mean, who wouldn't be ? Seriously ! But normally, I can relax through the summer months and most of Autumn too, until they arrive on a local low-tide river and I feel strangely compelled to count them. BUT ... yesterday I went down there, and counted the 280 -or-so-Gulls .... and, blimey and crumbs, there were two (2) Common Gulls in with them. Normally they don't even turn up at all until much later .... and then even in only small numbers. They don't get going properly until November. I had to lie down on a handy, if rather dilapidated " bench" for a few minutes to calm down. Waking up 47¾ minutes later, I went over the bridge and they were still there. I was going to photograph them as part of my fieldwork for my upcoming new edition of "Birds from Above" which is aimed fairly and squarely at the new legion of birders who "do it" using a drone so that they can stay in the comfort of their own home. But the blasted gulls all flew off downriver having spotted a couple of old gaffers feeding the birds. Such are the vicissitudes of northly-agony.. argoth-only goner-oathily ortho-ligny ornio-thogly ornithology .... at blasted last. As you've probably realised, some of that is true, and some not. After all, nothing has to be true .....
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