The weather was perfect for a shoreline stroll. Even though it was November 14th and a little chilly, if you closed your eyes, the sound of seagulls shrieking at one another made it seem like a mid-Summer meander on the beach.
Going to any of the boardwalks along the Detroit River is a guarantee you’ll see some waterfowl – mostly Mallards, but, if you’re lucky, perhaps some Canvasback ducks. Then there’s the Canada Geese, always a sure bet and maybe, who knows … a Mute Swan or a Great Blue Heron.
You’ll always see seagulls. While I’m the first to admit that seagulls are not boop-on-the-snoot-cute like squirrels, I am always happy when one perches nearby and seemingly poses just for me.
Then, while I am happily snapping away, Mr. or Ms. Seagull decides to offer up a plethora of poses, like these.
Sometimes seagulls tire of endless posing with no reward for doing so. Then they’ll flex their wings and look at you plaintively, one more time, to see if you’ve had a change of heart and might be offering some bread, or a shad … they always have high hopes.
When nothing materializes, then they take off, just another Jonathan Livingston Seagull wannabee gliding in the sky.
Alas, they usually return, after a swoop or two …
… where they’ll land on the same spot, strike the same pose, ever hopeful for a snack.
Perhaps they think while they were cruisin’ you’ve run one block over to Mickey D’s and ordered an Egg McMuffin and you’ll share some with them. I admit it sure beats all the effort necessary to score one shad which is gone in one gulp.
I sometimes think the seagulls know folks are eager to take a picture of them, poised on their perch, usually the boardwalk railing, with the pier and its old-fashioned lamp poles, perhaps a fisherman standing with rod and reel, or a motorboat, or a freighter in the distance. I do love the ambiance of this small waterfront park.
This seagull and I hung out for a good half hour … he/she with its great expectations and me shutter happy. Then my fine-feathered friend finally grew weary of me and flew away from Bishop Park, to another boardwalk, still another another perch along the Detroit River where people might be willing to dole out treats for poses.
With my subject gone, it was time to finish my stroll, albeit a short one, because at Bishop Park you could walk it in five minutes tops. The wind began to pick up and the flags were snapping on the flagpoles.
I always smile when I see this park bench that is close to the boardwalk.
I stopped to take a photo of the boardwalk railing which is pretty worn as you can see. I hope my seagull friend doesn’t get splinters in his/her feet if deciding to perch there.
In taking the photo of the top of the railing, in my peripheral vision I noticed the frothy bubbles nearby – hmm. There were no pleasure boats, nor freighters and I was the only one strolling the boardwalk on this fine November morning. I wonder what it was?
After spending almost an hour here, I was ready to leave and walk to BASF Park which is a mile away. I left the car at Bishop Park and returned about 90 minutes later. As I turned the corner off Biddle Avenue, the parking lot looked like a scene from the horror film “The Birds” – what in the world? These were just a few of the seagulls – many of my photos were blurry as there were so many birds.
A man clutched a huge bag of bread in his hand. Through the wrapper I could see the bread was broken up and he was grabbing huge handfuls of bread and flinging it about. There must have been 25-30 seagulls careening into one another, all anxious for a yeasty tidbit. I stood a fair piece back and watched the man and his two youngsters and over two dozen angry birds. The bread was depleted quickly, the wrapper went into the trash can and the humans got into the car. The seagulls scattered to the wind and also to the boardwalk railing. My photos of these seagull shenanigans will be this week’s Wordless Wednesday post.