Day 18.06

We treat ourselves to a breakfast at one of the street cafes and observe the life in Esperance. No sooner do we sit down that an anticipating seagull perches itself on the fence behind us. He seems to have it all worked out. As seagulls do. People arrive. People eat. People leave. Seagull swoops down onto the recently left table and feasts on the remains. Even seagulls like a cappuccino every now and then.

'anticipating seagull at outdoor café'

‘even seagulls like a cappuccino every now and then’