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These seagulls were photographed down by Bellerive beach, right next to the local cricket ground.

A man’s home is his CASTLE, they say. I am wondering if that holds for seagulls.

It is pure speculation of course, but I believe that these seagulls’ CASTLE is the magnificent Bellerive Oval, home of the lacklustre insipid mighty Tasmanian Tigers cricket team!

It’s Theme Thursday you see, and we are talking CASTLEs.

Unfortunately, we have a severe shortage of CASTLEs, knights, princesses and all that rigmarole here in Tasmania, and even the illustrious Bellerive Oval - home of the 2006–07 Pura CupSheffield Shield winners [and now with added floodlights] - is about as impenetrable as Madonna’s knickers [zing!].

Thus, you get another photo of some seagulls, some nonsense about cricket and a lamereally funny joke at Madonna's expense.

I call that a win-win.

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Brian Miller said…
ever enlightening and well worth the chuckle...seagulls leave behind a lot of stuff...
5 November 2009 at 12:45
Skip Simpson said…
The "castle of the seagulls" is the beautiful, wide open sky. Nice TT Post!
5 November 2009 at 13:56
JeffScape said…
Seagull Castle, eh? I'd imagine that would be rather large... and ladened with seagull droppings!

Love the photography, as always.
5 November 2009 at 16:39
MaR said…
Love your take on the theme and the picture!!
Here is my castle...!
5 November 2009 at 18:49
Anonymous said…
They have been desperately poor so far this season. Not even first innings points!

Nice birds.
5 November 2009 at 19:54
Ronda Laveen said…
Madonna's Knickers? Is that another Tasmanian cricket team? Oh, holey days.
5 November 2009 at 19:57
Roddy said…
Have you tried the lovely new castle on the highway at Latrobe? Looks a bit spiffy from a distance.
5 November 2009 at 21:07
Dot-Com said…
If there is a shortage of castles, you better get to the beach and start building! I know those castles disappear every night in the sea, but better than no castles, right?
6 November 2009 at 04:22
e said…
I loved your take here. Happy TT to you.
6 November 2009 at 06:00
Wings1295 said…
Never know what to expect when I come here.

:)
6 November 2009 at 06:04
http://howtobecomeacatladywithoutthecats.blogspot.com said…
The seagulls on the utility pole emulate the castle theme quite nicely!
6 November 2009 at 09:07
Betsy Brock said…
I thought Ohio was like Tasmania....castle-less...but someone actually posted about a castle here in Ohio today! I've lived her for decades and never knew! ha!

Seagulls are lovely no matter where they live!
6 November 2009 at 10:51
New Yorker wannabes said…
At least the seagulls never have to worry about rent and castle maintainance lol

xoxo
6 November 2009 at 20:39
Baino said…
Well you've got the shot tower in Hobart! Closer than anything we've got to a castle (although I live in Castle Hill - go figure!)
7 November 2009 at 15:13
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all. I've been busy all week.

I've ticked a few boxes though.
10 November 2009 at 10:31
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