Running The Gull Gauntlet

My return to work was painful enough but we now have to run the gull gauntlet to get to the front door of the office.

Breeding (bleeding?) gulls have nested on the roof and are protecting their young by circling and swooping down on anyone approaching the building.

JJ went for a vape (how stupid does that sound, enough to make you take up smoking) at lunchtime. No sooner had she gone out the door when the screeching and spitting started.

But that's just JJ for you, no gulls were harmed!

Two holiday Wild Wednesday backblips  today at the following, apologies to Cailleach for the poor timekeeping;

Getting In The Party Mood
Mercoledì Selvaggio

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