It was a beautiful nest, constructed mostly of eel grass and marsh grass. It was built right on the cobbles, on the leeward side of the point, above the high tideline. This is where sheep often graze for kelp. I wonder that they don't step on the nest.
The eggs are about nine centimetres (maybe three and a half inches) long. Their colours are so like many of the stones that make up the cobble beach: a pale warm grey, with flecks of bronze and brown.
Gulls are sometimes under-appreciated creatures, what with their raucous, aggressive ways and their talent for scavenging. But their eggs are nothing less than wondrous, anyway.
Garrett counted sixty three gulls' eggs on the Horseshoe last weekend. But these are the only ones I found on the Point.
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