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It is the fault of our rhetoric that we cannot strongly state one fact without seeming to belie some other.


Here is a rebel gang of seagulls who routinely hang out on Elizabeth Street, just outside of Town Hall. I call the the Town Hall Mafia.

Here's a poem:

Humdrum
You
have had

nature

explained to
You

and

You
are bored

with it.

Comments

Tom said…
yea...sometimes even the most interesting things can be boring. hohum.
lettuce said…
a great photo

gulls always look as though they are up to something
KL said…
Well these birds are indeed mafia!! Do you have the experience of stealing food from you and if you refuse to share, the way they harass you :-O??

I have sent you an invitation in orkut.
Colette Amelia said…
I like the pic! OK I have to add to my wonderment...and you read 6 books at a time?? When do you sleep man!
yamini said…
It is one of those rare shots that you get all of a sudden.
thanks for sharing with us...
Babzy.B said…
Great shot !
Priyanka Khot said…
I agree with the poem!

I wonder which one of these seagulls is Jonathan Livingstone???
Jackie said…
I wonder what they're talking about. Maybe plotting which particular car(s) to crap on, or which unsuspecting local with a bag of chips to raid.
seagulls are always up to something....
Kris McCracken said…
Tom, boring is the new interesting.
Kris McCracken said…
Lettuce, because they are!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I quite like seagulls. They have spirit.
Kris McCracken said…
Colette, only if you count children’s book. I limit it to just three on the go, but only one fiction book at a time though.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I see these fellows every morning. It’s their hangout.
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, thanks! Credit to the models.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, Jonathan was a fraud. A pigeon in drag.
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, I think that they are talking about the G-20.
Kris McCracken said…
Mouse (aka kimy), correct!
KL said…
And they also happen to like cricket much, especially the Aussie Seagulls :-D.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, they love cricket, the gulls down here. Mad for it.

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