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Peter the seagull ups his game

Posted by Simon Parke, 19 June 2017, 5.40am

Did Peter the seagull train in marketing?

There’s something about his ability to stay in my eye line, to keep the product - him - endlessly visible.

(He does have two small children, on the flat roof above me, to support.)

So I’m aware of him now on the woodpile looking at me through the study window, I have mentioned this before.

I’m also aware of him at the kitchen door, which he arrives at before I can say ‘fridge freezer.’

Were I to get up now to make a cup of tea, he would be there before me, pressing his case for a meal.

And then I’m playing the piano in the front room, trying to get away from it all, and who’s knocking impatiently on the patio door a few feet away?

Peter.

Getting away from it all does not include getting away from him; and he’s clearly bemused by the music, (and indeed the arts generally) which is all such a waste of his time.

‘What’s it achieving?’ is his unspoken question through the glass.

But he really upped his marketing game last week.

We went round to our neighbours for a meal, across the road and down a bit.

It’s good to get out, a change of scenery, and I’m standing in their conservatory looking out on their garden…but also looking out on something familiar.

Peter.

Yes, he’s travelled with us, to ensure we don’t lose touch.

He’s a little put out, to be honest. (He’s always honest.)

And later in the evening, enjoying our meal at the front of the house, we sense we’re being watched.

And we are being watched.

Peter has left the back garden and is now sitting on our neighbours’ car in the front drive, looking in.

Oh, and he’s brought his wife, as you do on a Friday night.

Though the writer wasn’t referring directly to seagulls, it does remind me a lot of Psalm 139:

Where can I go from your Spirit?
  Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
  if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
  if I settle on the far side of the sea…

...and if I go to my neighbours’ house for a meal.

You are there, in my eye line, always there.

And wondering about the possibility of food.

 
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