Seagull

Ah, the salty symphony of the sea! I am but a humble seagull, a feathered performer in the grand theater of the coast. With each sunrise, I greet the world from the rocky perch of the cliffs, my squawks rising above the crashing waves below. My wings are the sails of a ship untethered, carrying me on the whims of the ocean breeze. I soar above the frothy white caps, a silent observer of the marina's bustle. The scent of fresh fish is the sweetest perfume to my beak, a siren's call that guides me to the fishermen's catch. Life is a dance between the sky and the sea, a ballet of feathers and foam. The horizon is my canvas, painted with the ever-changing hues of dawn and dusk. When nightfall wraps the shore in a velvet embrace, I find rest and shelter in the gentle sway of a floating buoy, lulled to sleep by the whispers of the tide.

Your pet becomes an expert at finding its own food!

Birdsong is as old as time. Birds sing to announce their ownership of territory, to find a mate, or just for the joy of living. Of course they all sing completely different tunes, but all birds understand the nuances of other bird’s songs, even though they may sound entirely different.

There is a natural order of things. Little tweeting birds hear one another in the hedges; hawks scream in the skies; blackbirds warble across the fields. And they ignore other species.

But when the wrens first saw a microphone and realised they could make themselves heard by everybird everywhere, that changed all the rules. Suddenly it wasn’t good enough to have just the right song for your environment; you had to scream just to be heard over the wrens!

Peace could only be achieved by giving everybird a microphone, but only in designated places. Then with everybird having an equal chance to be heard, competitive interspecies birdsong began. And the fields and skies went back to the natural order of things.

Favorite food:

Tempura Shrimp

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