I call all seagulls Steven (apart from the ones I call Stephen) cos it is in a small way amusing to call them after an 80s helmet-haired martial artist. Today I saw two Stevens locked in an awkward embrace, one beak thrust inside the other’s. The first Steven opened his beak wide inside second Steven’s mouth in order to grab a chip. The second Steven clamped his beak down lest first Steven’s beak poke further down his throat. Wings outstretched they hovered a metre off the ground, trying to fly backwards away from each other. It was very much like my early snogs.
Seagulls II
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