Gull master

No one thought it could be done but here is proof a wild seagull takes refuge upon my hand. Is it not marvellous?

[kamakirinoko]

What's marvellous is you somehow just happening to have a filming device available for filming and then actuating the device without spooking the seagull;. but your feat is otherwise UNPARALLELED. coming onto your picnic table, *maybe*. But coming onto your hand? One in 100 million chance.

See my channel for countless interactions with the wild folk but yet not a one in which any one of them came *close* to touching me.

Except I will never forget a most unforgiving January day when the temperature was at least -21° (much colder with the wind) and I happened on a squirrel who came over to me, desperate for some food—I had been known to carry peanuts through this part of the cemetery before but I did not recognise him—but I watched in amazement as he *began climbing onto first my foot and then up my leg . . . .* where he paused, and I did not move—before he turned and then jumped off. I was so freaked out that I had no food that I positively *ran* home—a 15-minute trek—and rushed back—another 15—only to find him disappeared.

But climbing up my leg: that was a first. And maybe the last.