Found Friday - Gulls

In the past year, fewer and fewer “found” items, grocery lists, sticky tab notes, homework, love notes and reminders, have been turning up. I have no idea why this is. In times past, I have found at least one interesting scrap of paper on every trip out to the grocery store or a neighboring state. But the pickings have been slim to none lately.

Annie thinks it may be because people are using their phones to make lists or perhaps to call someone to remind them of what they are supposed to be doing. That sounds reasonable to me.

So, until the scavenging improves, I will run a particularly fine “found” photograph from over in LOST GALLERY on each Found Friday. Just to fill in the gaps.

The gulls bid a last farewell to our travelers.

Today in 2004 - Pigeons and Old Guys

2004-08-17 Tuesday There are many gulls floating in the high tide water of the harbor below the second floor windows of The George today. The majority of them are chicks, still wearing their camouflage grey brown feathers. Many chicks seem larger than the few bright white, silver wing-tipped, adults among them. Perhaps it is just an optical illusion. The adult gulls are so sleek and white their beautiful aerodynamic shapes seem painted instead of feathered. Much of the time the gulls sit quietly floating in the water or soaring motionless on the sea wind or rotating their posted lookouts on top of the pier lamps. Now and then they burst into a squawking multi-sided conversation, probably about an approaching fishing boat or the menu for the next snack. Or perhaps just territory matters, about which one owns a patch of the wavy waters of the harbor. Their remarks are both serious and humorous. Perhaps they are not talking but laughing. But totally cryptic. On the bus going back to Bempton Crescent, two grey haired men chatted warmly, loudly to a third sitting across the aisle and behind them a row. There was much laughter and good nature about their conversation. Old chums perhaps, neighbors or maybe just sometimes bus mates. They carried on for much of the bus trip, from town center to the rambling scrambled streets of the suburbs of Bridlington, East Yorkshire, UK. Perhaps they were speaking English. There was no way to tell. It was completely cryptic. If they could repeat everything two or three times, a little study might bring the meaning home to a foreigner. Perhaps it is the same with the gulls.

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Wordless Wednesday - Decisions by ed ed.

My own Wordless Wednesday From ed ed.

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This just in...

Yes, I refuse to use Kleenex until this mess is cleaned up.

Flash: Police and agents from the DEA burned 2.3 tons of confiscated marijuana at the beach this morning, leaving no tern unstoned. This gull, declining to give his name, was quoted as saying, “Woooow….! Cool! Look at those colors! Man, I think I’ll go chow down on some of those chips…” Another gull who declined to be on camera said, “Woooow….! Cool! Look at those colors! Man, I think I’ll go chow down on some of those chips…”