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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.
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Tom said…
yea...sometimes even the most interesting things can be boring. hohum.
3 April 2009 at 07:35
lettuce said…
a great photo

gulls always look as though they are up to something
3 April 2009 at 08:54
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.
3 April 2009 at 10:43
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!
3 April 2009 at 14:25
yamini said…
It is one of those rare shots that you get all of a sudden.
thanks for sharing with us...
3 April 2009 at 15:14
Babzy.B said…
Great shot !
3 April 2009 at 17:49
Priyanka Khot said…
I agree with the poem!

I wonder which one of these seagulls is Jonathan Livingstone???
3 April 2009 at 20:34
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.
3 April 2009 at 21:49
mouse (aka kimy) said…
seagulls are always up to something....
4 April 2009 at 00:45
Kris McCracken said…
Tom, boring is the new interesting.
4 April 2009 at 16:45
Kris McCracken said…
Lettuce, because they are!
4 April 2009 at 16:45
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I quite like seagulls. They have spirit.
4 April 2009 at 16:45
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.
4 April 2009 at 16:46
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I see these fellows every morning. It’s their hangout.
4 April 2009 at 16:46
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, thanks! Credit to the models.
4 April 2009 at 16:46
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, Jonathan was a fraud. A pigeon in drag.
4 April 2009 at 16:46
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, I think that they are talking about the G-20.
4 April 2009 at 16:46
Kris McCracken said…
Mouse (aka kimy), correct!
4 April 2009 at 16:46
KL said…
And they also happen to like cricket much, especially the Aussie Seagulls :-D.
5 April 2009 at 10:42
Kris McCracken said…
KL, they love cricket, the gulls down here. Mad for it.
6 April 2009 at 15:55
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