Sunday, January 16, 2011
These seagulls, visible from the public landing at the Seabreeze over on the island, were admiring the sun's descent from the sky Thursday evening.
I wanted to rush over and put a warm towel around the one above, because it was way too cold to be knee-deep in the water.
Not that seagulls have knees.
(Except a quick Google search says they do; they're just up so high you can't see them. Strange, the things I learn doing this blog.)
Not that seagulls care about how cold the water is.
Speaking of birds in cold water, I can't wait to tell you the story about Gustav's great escape on Saturday and how Chesapeake Bay Woman went from sipping coffee in her nice, warm living room to splashing around in the frigid waters of Queens Creek, all to save one ridiculous goose. Tune in tomorrow for the next edition of The Misadventures of Chesapeake Bay Woman And Reason #659 to Feel Animosity Towards Gustave the Killer Goose.
Have a great Sunday. Stay warm and dry. If you're Annie in Australia, that dry part is particularly important.