Stalker? I Prefer The Term Groupie

When we returned to the hotel, we opened the door to the balcony. You’ll never guess who stopped by a few moments later. Yes! We were inside the room and heard a loud sound. It wasn’t like a crow cawwing. Nor was it like a gull crying. It was a sort of conversational croak. Sure enough, the gull had landed on the balcony railing and was saying hello. As soon as we appeared in the door, he stopped talking. I snapped a few photos from the doorway and decided to venture closer. I sat down in the chair and put my Carriage Road hiked-out weary feet up on the table. He stayed put. I got up from the chair and stood little more than an arm's length away, whereby he allowed me to take the two close up shots. He was so delightfully calm, that we even made two Skype calls: one to my sister Gail in Georgia and the other to our niece Carrie and her husband Al in Rhode Island. By holding the laptop up to face the gull, they were able to share the moment with “Fred” and take in the view as well.