Why don't you ever check where the left overs are?
You don't like the food i make?
Aw come on love, of course I do. I've got a beak full already. You have had me walking round this beach all day and my beak is getting tired...
For the love of snod and all things shiny and hot, I wish you would drop that infernal commotion and stay still in one spot. Your wings are streched out with a tint of oil and your foot is mangled and gammy your nothing but a big moaning gull.
Easy for you to say as I stare out at your horizon.
I'm the king of the wing my dear and you are amazing!
Yes you are amazing, like a bannana pudding on a Saturday morning left over from a friday night dessert treat.
I love you so much I want to come close and rub beaks...
Oh you handsome flier. Come here and let me ride ya!!!
That folks, is how baby birds are made.
