An evening BBQ with Iain and Maxime in warm, intermittent sunshine. Various cats joined in. Macleod gave up mooching for food and went for a snooze. We watched the remaining baby seagull chicklet, scuttling about on our roof, with trepidation. There's nowhere safe for it to land once it starts stretching its boundaries. Lachlann has given up crossing that part of the roof as the ire of the parents is fierce.