A postscript to my sea gull eviction post from last month. Today the building manager sent out a notice that gulls had nested on the roof of our building, and were teaching their babies how to fly, and we should be aware of any clumsy new fliers banging around outside our windows. My assistant saw them taking wing this afternoon. I'm sorry that I didn't get to see the little birds next door grow up. I wonder what happened to them.
On a not unrelated note, I watched Roxanne having a swimming lesson yesterday. The teacher looked like his patience was being tested; she seemed to be veering between tolerating the lesson and wanting out immediately. I so feel for her. I hated swimming lessons as a kid, found the required coordination hard to manage (kick and pull and breath and not swallow water?) and many of my teachers less than sympathetic. I hated, and still hate, getting my face in the water. I can tread water for a long time and out dog paddle most canines, but I am just a lousy swimmer. With luck Roxanne will take after her mother or my sister, both virtually amphibious. I just hope she can learn to enjoy it a least a little bit.