This gallery contains 8 photos. Seagulls are are usually unscientifically broken down into white-and-grey-with-red-spot-on-the-bill, or dirty grey. They have the unenviable reputation of being scavengers, but without them, there would be a lot more unwanted food scraps lying around.
Many Jonathan Livingston wannabes live here. But why scavenge when there’s a nutritious bed of seaweed at (and under) your feet? There’s nothing like a few crumbs to start a feeding frenzy and a round of squabbling among the seagulls. The pecking order is well respected, though, and the biggest (and loudest) seagull usually gets the choicest grub.
Unlike the flocking seagulls, these other shorebirds cast a rather lonely shadow on the beach; they were often spotted by their solitary selves, feeding on whatever the tides have brought in. The smaller Western Sandpipers were constantly moving among the shore rocks, while the Lesser Yellowlegs waded in shallow waters; neither pausing for more than a few seconds.
Photography on a foggy day is like shooting through glass or plastic, but without the added challenge of removing textures. It did, however, make this long-distance shot of Brants (being photobombed by one of their own in the background, and a lone gull in the foreground) look more like a painting than a photo.