Seagulls are pretty common along the bay, so I watch their antics on a regular basis while out walking. They perform aerial acrobatics, perch on rocks, squabble along the shore - or try to hobnob with the ducks.
Baloo and I walked up by the lighthouse one misty morning not long ago and nearly every rock that breached the surface of the water, even by a tiny bit, had a seagull (or several) standing atop it. I guess that the foggy, drizzly air was just too thick to make flying attractive. This is just a small sample of the perched population that day - there are lots of rocks off the shore there.
Later on and further down the peninsula, the air had cleared leaving a beautiful, glass calm surface mirroring this basking gull.
I love how the bay changes personality with the atmospheric shifts and winds - every day is a different experience. On this afternoon, the gulls were shooting along the ridges of whitecap waves. They reminded me of surfers - just in the air. They'd alight for a minute on the beach and then follow the waves again. I expect they were probably hoping for tasty mussels or fish to wash up along the shore, but they looked like dedicated beach bums playing in the surf.