Admiration, n Our polite recognition of another's resemblance to ourselves.

Back to the Errol Flynn Reserve in Sandy Bay again, and luck meant that I caught these three birds all engaged in their varied pursuits at the same time within the same shot. Some people don't like seagulls, but I am not one of those. Lesbians or not, I admire these wee beasties for their resilience, force of will, and adaptability.

However, don't let me tell you that, renowned twitcher William Leon Dawson firmly hits the nagla in the galva with his summation of the ubiquitous Western Gull:

Much that is good and all that is evil has gathered itself up into the Western Gull. He is rather the handsomest of the blue-mantled Laridae, for the depth of colour in the mantle, in sharp contrast with the snowy plumage of back and breast, gives him an appearance of sturdiness and quality which is not easily dispelled by subsequent knowledge of the black heart within. As a scavenger, the Western Gull is impeccable. Wielding the besom of hunger, he and his kind sweep the beaches clean and purge the water-front of all pollution. But a scavenger is not necessarily a good citizen. Call him a ghoul, rather, for the Western Gull is cruel of beak and bottomless of maw. Pity, with him, is a thing unknown; and when one of their own comrades dies, these feathered jackals fall upon him without compunction, a veritable Leichnamveranderungsgebrauchsgesellschaft. If he thus mistreats his own kind, be assured that this gull asks only two questions of any other living thing: First, "Am I hungry?" (Ans., "Yes.") Second, "Can I get away with it?" (Ans., "I'll try.")

William Leon Dawson, Birds of California, 1923

I think that this very much says it all.