I found this little guy hanging out by the river early one particularly cold morning. Although it’s not terribly uncommon to see the occasional seagull in Portland, keep in mind that there’s 80 or so miles and a whole mountain range between us and the nearest ocean. If the storms along the coast get pretty bad, though, a few will wander inland, fighting with pigeons for food scraps and trash.
He wasn’t too certain about me, inching closer to him with one arm outstretched. When he thought I was close enough he gave me a little glare, so I snapped my photo, and he flapped his wings and flew off, his business with me done.
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