uncleduck

Yesterday afternoon we sat in a car-park in Cairnryan (Scotland), wondering why the slightest puff of wind causes havoc with sailings to Northern Ireland. As we watched the choppy waters of a traffic-free Lough Ryan our car park was, predictably, surrounded by seagulls. A few dozen of them sat on the sun-warmed tarmac with their heads turned round 180-degrees (why to they do that?).

I commented to my wife that the seagulls probably have no understanding of cars, car parks or our moderned world in any way that we would recognise. I wondered, out loud, if they view our car park as their ancestors viewed the rocky cliff that was once in the same place and if they viewed cars as big seals. Eventually we moved on and the bired lazily skipped a few metres away to avoid being ran over by my grey car - or were they avoiding a lolloping walrus?

Naturally, my wife thinks I'm going a little crazy.