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The gull of my dreams…

 

Well, now…

It’s been bloody cold around here of late…

Highs in the teens would count as a heat wave…

It’s been the kind of cold where the merest zephyr of a breeze feels like someone has run you through with their seventeenth best, rusty ol’ serrated steak knife (which they found hanging around in the kitchen junk drawer), and then proceeded to take said knife on a slow little walkabout of your innards…

The kind of cold where you warm the car up, and then turn on the heater… and even though air technically hot enough to sterilize surgical instruments is coming out of the vents, you’re still wrapped up in 1,000,006 different layers of thermal… somethings or the other…

The kind of cold where you want to cuss like the dickens, every time life requires you to move about in such nasty, brutal stuff, but you’re afraid that your great, great, great, great… great grandchildren will be permanently traumatized by the use of such creatively scandalous language…

“Wow, don’t you blow that stuff around here, you dad-gummed, motherless son of a biscuit eating, spotted owl kissing, tree hugging, liver-lipped…”

“… um… was that my outside voice…?”

The kind of weather where you just automatically respond to any and all outdoor situations with the following…

“You want me to go where…?”
“In this weather…?”
“Are you insane…?”

Feel free to adopt this as your own little ray of abundant sunshine, in all such types of weather scenario… thingies…

I’ve finally reached a dubious and highly unstable level of “warmth” for myself, while inside…
It involves only 1,000,003 of those thermal whatchamacallits…
Roasted on an open fire… then we wrap me all up inside them.
And then we stick them right back where I found them.
Back in that fire…
Right next to the chestnuts…

The guy shown above was equally as cold…
But while his erstwhile flock was actually floating out in the water (“…are they insane…?”), this fellow was determined to stick it out on the post, in case someone might lose something edible from within those battle-sealed, liquid furnaces which have to pass for cars these days…
Of course, every once in a while, he’d pop up to a standing position, like the one seen here, but that left his nether regions susceptible to (have I mentioned) the ridiculously frigid air… and then he’d have to plop right back down again, to try and keep his thermals from getting all in a bunch…

First time I’ve ever seen a demonstration of saltwater musical chairs, if you will…

Pop goes the seagull…

 

 

But I gotta say…
I think he’s taken the whole nose piercing craze just a bit far…

 

 

 

 

 

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4 Comments

  1. Beautiful shot. Hopefully now that the New Year has started things have warmed up a little so that you’re only wearing 999,888 thermal layers or less? Happy 2018. May it keep you warm.

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  2. Funny stuff, guy! Made me smile 🙂 Brrr…
    Cool pic, too. Love the hyper-modern-fashioned air-cooled beak, as well.
    HaPPy NeW YeaR To YoU! DillY! DillY! UT

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