My dear sweet Charles Wallace. He used to visit everyday, communing every morning, taking my offerings with the greedy lust for life Gulls embody.
But Monday I was told he'd been hurt. Co-workers were throwing things at him, he was in rough shape.
I didn't see my sweet boy then, or Tuesday, or Wednesday either. This morning he wasn't around but then... A gull was circling. And there he was!
Sweet, goofy, territorial little birdy! I was so happy to see him! He still looks a little rough, the plumage around his head is dirty and scruffy looking.
And his limp is almost as pronounced as mine.
My poor guy! I had decided not to feed him anymore if he came back, since the others working with me were being terrible to him but I caved. Gave him some cheese and potatoes and eggs. He gobbled them all up and chased off another gull that tried to get in there for some as well.
He may be injured but he still has that spunk!
Eating and chasing wore him out, so he took a long rest, almost an hour! Then, instead of hanging around like he usually does he left and I did not see him again today.
I hope he's healing and that nothing else bad happens. I love my little #trashmonster.
Here is the church.
The picture is from yesterday but I didn't have time to post then.
I hope all of you are doing well and making progress toward your dreams and goals. Love to you!