Yesterday, I encountered a gull and realized “Oh! You’re a baby!”
I think this was the second time in the past five years or so that I’d seen a young from close enough that I was able to detect the messiness of its feathers. The first time, I mistook it for a gull that had had an encounter with hot exhaust gases. *blush*
I looked up. Would there be a parent around? Sure enough, an adult was sitting on the roof above the youngster and sure enough, it swooped down and signalled “Don’t you dare harm my baby!” by reaching a point no more than about a meter over my head – I instinctively ducked – before it swooped upward again.
Message understood. Roger, willco, over and out.
So I walked on. The parent returned to its high perch, literally watching over its young.
Then I took this photo, with my old mobile.