Birds of a feather, or not quite in this case, were doing two distinctly different things today.
One, a female blackbird was sheltering in the base of a stairwell not in the least bit perturbed by human footfall. I wished I had been carrying something I could have fed her with. At this time of year and in the very wintry conditions we are experiencing, birds lose so much of their body weight. I shall be back there tomorrow and I will put something in my pocket for birdie.
The river water was low. The seagull was paddling, (you can see its full front body) every now and then it was bending its head to peck whatever food sources it could find below the surface of the icy water.