The nemesis of statues the world over ... pigeons, natures art critics inspecting the Bee Gees |
I love sitting down by the sea listening to the waves curling into the beach as seagulls screech to one another and fly about like some weird reenactment of 'Jonathan Livingston Seagull'.
I even ran into one of my favourite birds (crow) when I was looking for an elusive pelican near the information centre, after picking up a brochure on the Australian pelican.
Crows and seagulls, but no pelican:-( |
A pelican feather? |
It certainly wasn't off a crow, or seagull.
The Woody Point Jetty ... and seagulls |
I even spotted a couple of owls on a shop roof at the end of the Bee Gees Way, but I knew it was too good to be true ... they were fake owls, probably there to scare the pigeons away to the Bee Gees' statues instead of having pigeon poop to clean off their windows and roof.
The owls aren't what they seem near those trees at the end of the Way |
The entrance to the Redcliffe Jetty ... time flies too, down here |
The Lore of Synchronicity?
The dead bird on the library roof outside the window |
The Redcliffe "Portal" and the Bee Gees Way
I was hoping to see a Mothman, or some strange flying creature fly out of the portal ... even a pelican, but no such luck on that day.
I headed up to Scarborough and sat on a bench by the sea and watched a lone seagull perform its aerial acrobatics while I stared out towards the Glass House Mountains across the water.
The Glass House Mountains as seen from the north end of Scarborough |
And check out this little holiday house if you head down Scarborough way, it almost rivals this one pictured below at Margate beach.
Probably just ordinary people living ordinary lives, right?-)
I finished off Saturday night in Redcliffe taking in the light-show and bird life but was happy to be flying solo like the seagull I watched fly at Scarborough that afternoon.
Relationships are for the birds I reckon, and not for me anymore;-)
Relationships are for the birds I reckon, and not for me anymore;-)
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