Birds flying high, you know how I feel...

On a walk to the park on a snowy Sunday I captured these images of black headed gulls flapping and flying about over the icy lake as somebody threw bread for them....

If you look closely at the picture below, you can see that the gull on the left of got lucky and caught a mini feast in his beak...

Against the white ice of the lake and the grey sky above, the gulls were practically camouflaged. Only their orange beaks and feet and the constant flapping motion of their wings made them stand out from the grey wintery scene behind them...

Looking at them on the screen a few hours later, the birds almost look as if they are hanging in the sky, suspended from tiny threads as their soft white bodies seem to defy gravity independently of their wings....

What strange little faces they have, when you spy them from a certain angle before they swoop in for bread, swerving out of the way of pigeons...

In these slightly blurry pictures of their soft feathery wings, you can sense the speed with which they flap about. Majestic movements in a sky heavy with cold gloom...

Twisting and turning, or hovering mid air, watching over snowy scenes of children throwing snowballs...

Before making their descent to the icy floor below...

Beautiful gulls, happy times.
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