Depending on the state of the tide the seagulls act out regular behaviour patterns.
One breed flies up the river and another flies out to sea. Some hang around the back ends of fishing boats – the opportunists.
Some skim the surface of the river, some fly high on thermals.
I have just been watching some seagulls fly high on a thermal and then, as one, dive off the top of an invisible tower and disappear over the horizon.
All except two.
Obviously one had transgressed some seagull code - farted in the wrong place or said something inflammatory about the state of the sardines or winkles or something – and the other had taken exception. Whilst all the rest were soaring into the far distance, these two decided to have a slight altercation.
They fell towards the river at an alarming rate, first one chasing and then the other. Just as it was a certainty that they would crash into the water and give themselves a rather nasty headache, they resolved their differences and sped off out to sea. I think I heard one say “You’re my best mate you are!! I love you.” Ah, that explains it - they’d been drinking.
