Accordingly, I was pleased to spy this juvenile feeding on the beach at the end of our family sunbathing trip. It showed very well for a few minutes, and doubtless had I had my 'big' lens and an extra hour, I could have nailed it. As it was, the little lens and thirty frames did some of the business. Lovely birds, gulls... some of them, anyway.
Or, rather, Larophobe vs larophile. Aka gull-lover vs gull-hater. I have made no secret of my antipathy towards gulls - something that causes eternal disappointment among at least half our pub-going birding crew (and not some amusement that I had 14 images published in the recent photographic guide to Gulls of the World), let alone friends from Thameside London. Strictly, however, I divide my attitude into loathing (of large white-headed types, which simply bore and confuse and frustrate) and loving (white-wingers and all those dinky dark-hooded types). Mediterranean Gulls fall squarely into the latter camp and are a perennial favourite.