counting coots

I thought that I had it licked. I was over it. It was all sooo last season dahling. It was bad over the winter months, but as spring kicked in I was getting better.

It went away.

Or rather, they went away.

But now they are back. I went for my normal sojourn at lunchtime despite the heat, and before I knew it I caught myself scanning a small flock of gulls, just to make sure there was nothing 'different' hiding amongst them. Yes dear reader, Gulls. I'm not over it, I can't help myself.

Might as well face it, I'm addicted to Gulls.

I'm not going to stay in denial. I am in touch with my inner larophilia, and I am going to embrace it.

In public.

Fwwwwwwwoooooooooaaaaaaarrrrrr! GULLS! All sorts of lovely lovely Gulls!! Just look at them! LOOK!

Cor! Look at the gonys on that!

Look at the tertials on this pair!

Look at the hood! Hubba hubba!