Roath Park Lake, in Cardiff, last week …

A Gull: ‘Is she still there?’
Gull Y: ‘Yep.’
A Gull: ‘What’s she doing?’
Gull Y: ‘Just pointing that black thing at us. Why do they do that?’

A Gull; ‘I dunno. Ignoring them doesn’t seem to work either.’
Gull Y: ‘Shall we give her something to look at then?’
A Gull: ‘Righto. We could do with some practice.’
Gull Y: ‘Yeah. Let’s fly down by that tree and give her a blast of our new number.’

A Gull: ‘The skies are alive with the sound of gull song.’
Gull Y: ‘With songs we have sung for a million years.’

A Gull: ’The lakes fill my heart with the sound of gull song.’
Gull Y: ‘My heart wants to eat every fish it sees.’

A Gull: ‘Well, a little appreciation would be welcome.’