Finn’s relationship with seagulls reminds me of Ernie’s relationship with pigeons. Ernie as in, of course, Ernie and Bert.
So, the other day it came as no surprise when it took 25 minutes to get him away from the gulls hanging out in the St. Peter’s Square parking lot.
With every moment serving as a learning opportunity, Finn has a question for our FOBs.
What’s up with the tags on the seagull in the 1st photo? Once injured, treated, and released? Some kind of seagull tracking program?
Not to take away from Finn’s question….but, the 2nd photo leaves me with a very important question.
Just how concerned should I be that Thatcher went on to eat the rest of the ice cream in the cup that the seagull seems to be enjoying in the background of photo #2? Totally missed that while it was happening and was horrified to notice it later in the evening while downloading pics. Sorry, Thatch. Gross.
The 3rd photo is simply because it cracks me up to watch Finn waving to seagulls.
To digress….about the pigeons. That reminds me that I probably owe an apology to the other diners who had dinner with us just prior to our seagull session. Finn may or may not have thrown a rogue french fry to a pigeon who then attempted to fly away with it…under the cover of Latitude’s newly enclosed outdoor eating area. Said pigeon may or may not have circled dangerously close to a few heads before flying into the plastic enclosure before circling again and finally finding its way back to open air. The pigeon was fine, I promise. The diners…possibly less than amused. Who could blame them? Bygones.
Good Morning Gloucester 