After a couple of days of dreary weather, and more of the same in the forecast for at least the next few days, it was spectacular to have a sun and blue sky intermission for the ride home this evening. I rode to Stanley Park, and walked my bike slowly from Lost Lagoon to the heronry. It seemed every bird and beast felt as elated as I did. A young seagull took a bath, a heron met an American Coot and a swan, a goose drank some water, a squirrel climbed up on the wheel of my bike, some raccoons waded in the pond, and Sam and Serena worked on their nest. I've decided to break up the posts. Here is the seagull bath.
Fluff and shake up feathers.Flap like crazy.
Put the right wing in.
Right wing up.
Left wing in.
Arm pit check.
Step out of water. Shake.
Fan the wings.. Hang on by tippy toes to avoid lift off
One clean seagull says, "Who are you looking at? A little privacy please."
There were lots of other people around, but no one so much as glanced at the seagull. I guess I have to conclude that I have some unique (positive spin) interests, but that bathing ritual was great entertainment today .