A very quiet, sun-filled Sunday today, with a fresh, faintly cool breeze just off the harbor, which is only a few minute's walk away. Ball of Fluff is growing a bit bigger and stronger, and is stretching his wings. Confined to the ground after he fell from his nest uninjured, he and his mom seem to have worked out a routine for his feeding. Both of them know me by now, and seem to realize I'll keep a respectful distance and not hurt them.

It's amazing to me how well Ball of Fluff knows the limits of his own "territory" on the ground. He wanders from the tiny little parking lot (where there is little car traffic), through the open wooden post fence to our yard, and back again. There is a grey stone wall covered with ivy, and he blends in perfectly with the grey. When he isn't moving, it's hard to see him.

The rest of the seagull flock seems to keep a friendly eye out for him, too.

Question- I wonder if seagulls eat jellyfish? The harbor waters here in Norway are full of them.