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Isn't this the cutest ever? My Mini-Me Meme has made a new friend. This cuddly little black-beaked bird was wandering around lost on the beach. It can stay with us until some little girl or boy misses it and comes back looking for it. Of course, I'll need to see some form of legal ID before it can be released. Rules is rules.
I had the best day yesterday. They let me renew my poetic license! The last time they allowed me to bust out a stanza or two was back in April. Surely you know who "they" are. "They" are the ones who must remain nameless. "They" are the ones who sit in judgment. "They" are the ones who starve the starving artists. "They" are the ones who put the muse in music. And the Poe in poetry. "They" put the try in poetry, too. And the me in meme. Or maybe not. But somebody did, because it wasn't always there. Anyway, now that my Right to Rhyme has been reaffirmed, I feel invigorated. I feel inspired. I feel poetic again. I even feel like singing, but "they" haven't granted me permission. So, here goes... Feel free to squawk along, although you do have the right to remain silent! ![]()
A week ago today, I gave a big squawk-out to the city of Port Orchard in the state of Washington, where they were holding their annual Seagull Calling Contest. My post got a tremendous response, and dozens of balancing act readers showed up. That is, they mistakenly showed up at Port Orford, in the state of Oregon, a couple dozen miles down the coast from where I sit, and about 440 miles from Port Orchard. It would appear that a lot of my readers need to get a pair of readers. They do sell reading glasses for only $1 each at your local Dollar Tree®, you know.
All over the world, we gulls are inspiring our human friends to accomplish amazing feats of athleticism. Last month, I introduced you to the San Diego Gulls of ice hockey and the Salt Lake Gulls and San Francisco Seagulls amateur baseball teams. Here's the latest example I've discovered--
I'm starting to feel more at home at my Park Host post. They are even letting me personalize my surroundings, so I've begun to add decorations. I thought I'd start with that little smiling brown fella I showed off in my January 28 post. One of my readers tells me it's a POS.
I have been in such good spirits this year that I have been avoiding the long-overdue Seagull Hate Report I promised after the holidays. And here's one of the reasons I'm feeling so positive lately: Humans are starting to recognize seagulls for our grace, our stamina, and our competitive spirit.
Sorry if you tuned in expecting The Seagull Hate Report.
Just try to put your outrage on hold. There's a time for everything. (The Byrds, 1965) Referring to yesterday's post, I really can't say what's in the memo (because I really don't know). I'm not even sure who wrote the memo. And now I've been told not to mention the memo again. (I think there was an unspoken "or else..." associated with that particular request.) I'm sure some of you are beginning to think I'm a conspiracy nut. Nut, yes. Conspiracy nut, no. I'm just a lovable but cautious, moderate and unremarkable, button-down seagully kinda guy. If I were only a left-winger or only a right-winger, I would fall out of the sky every time I tried to fly. If anything, I'm a skeptic. I only believe what I can swallow whole—which, come to think of it, is practically anything short of a grey whale. And apparently this is one whale of a memo! Ooooooops! I accidentally mentioned the you-know-what again. I just might have to start encrypting my blog posts. Maybe like this: Yes, I finally got an H ! SCORE! And you can tell they're made with REAL Cheese because they leave really oily footprints on paper bags. Or could that be a message of some kind?
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Meet the AuthorHi. I'm Geo the Seagull.
I'm the distinguished Park Host on South Jetty Beach at Bandon, Oregon, USA. I'm a firm believer in First Principles: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Your Lunch. Archives
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