A gloriously grey afternoon in Felixstowe!

It was rather grey here this afternoon, but around here that certainly doesn't mean everything has to act grey.  It was quite windy, which meant the gulls were likely to be flaunting their flying skills - always a joyful sight.  Naturally, I started snapping at the Ferry:

A herring gull giving us the usual subtle vocals.

It stopped the vocals to give me a Look.

A lovely young gull makes a graceful landing.

This nippy black-headed gull swings into action the minute food appears.

Bath time!  It's important to keep that pristine white chest to attract a suitable mate.

Getting stuck in!

'Stuck?  Me?'

A lovely redshank takes advantage of the outgoing tide.

I couldn't resist this dog!

I don't think this magpie was enjoying the windy conditions as much as the gulls obviously do.

Herring gulls seriously do togetherness but fall a bit short of affectionate.

One of them heads off........

.........soon followed by the other.

Further down the coast the February temperature wasn't putting off the most intrepid!

I was cold just watching him.

On the cliff top near Cobbold's Point these crows were discussing world domination........

...........only to abandon the discussion in favour of a mass scoff.  A much better idea!

Felixstowe's pigeon mafia!

A juvenile herring gull tries, and fails, to blend in with the black-headeds.

The South Beach, from.........

.......the Pier.

A big puddle will do nicely for these black-headed gulls at the Port of Felixstowe Viewing Point.

Well, mass bathing worked for the Romans.

Enjoy, as always!

Our herring gulls are red listed birds.  Think about that the next time you hear some flaming idiot calling for a cull of them.