Yesterday afternoon I thought that, with all these Laughing Gulls around, I'd go out and find my own. So I went and scoured the Plym Estuary. Saw sod all of course. And, needless to say, while I was there, some lucky b***** turned one up one the river next door. I console myself in the certain knowledge that, if I had chosen to check out the Tamar/Tavy instead the bird would have turned up on the Plym.
Tell me I'm not the only person this sort of thing happens to.
Tell me I'm not the only person this sort of thing happens to.