OK, I made up that name. Identifying gulls is neither my skill nor my favourite pastime.
As we wandered the streets of Dublin for a few hours, we happened on a park with a pond. I watched several streaky brown gulls perform a nifty manoeuvre, jumping from a sitting position on the water to dive beak first into the water. Kinda like this . . .
Having seen it, of course I wanted a good (i.e. sharp) photo of it, but that was not to be. These were the best I got of that trick. In both cases I was a bit late to need, not to mention the guy in front, an oblivious photo-bomber.
Snapping away, I also got some photos with wings flared — another preoccupation of mine. Several of these were at the limits of my zoom lens, resulting in low-resolution photos when cropped, but I love them all. Gulls are not typically elegant birds — by plumage or by voice — but in action they’re beautiful. And like the duffer whose occasional par or birdie (haha) sustains them through endless bogeys, I find that my near-ish misses keep me in the hunt.