-Servus Seamus! -What? Oh, hiya Felix. Long time, no see! How’s your garden growing? -Very funny! Just because I’m a concrete patio ornament, don’t think you can get away with smart remarks like that. -Oops a daisy! Sorry, Felix! But tell me really. How are you doing? -Great thanks! I’m one lucky duck. Sitting here all day in one of the best spots in the garden, watching the world go by, not a care in the world! -Yeah, and I…
-Well, hi there! Haven’t I seen you here before? There can’t be many wooden seagulls about, not even in Portugal. -Hiya. Yeah, quite possible. I was here a few months ago. You might have seen me then. Oh sorry. I’m Seamus, from Ireland. -Great to meet you, Seamus. I’m Tulio. I suppose there are plenty of turnstones like me in Ireland too. -Sure are, Tulio! -So what brought you back to Portugal, Seamus? -A couple of oldies. -What? -Sorry, my…
-What a din! Who’s making all that noise? -Who! What do you mean who? I’m the one saying whooo! Olivier the owl. Who are you? -I’m Seamus, the insomniac seagull. Do you really have to shout all night long? -Sorry, but that’s what I do. I’m nocturnal. -Noc… what? Well, I wish you’d knock it off! -Pardon? -Aw, nothing. Sorry, I’m a bit cranky from lack of sleep. It was bad enough during the day, what with that stupid cuckoo…
-Fancy a frog? -No, thanks. Very kind of you, but I’ve just eaten. Where did you catch them? -Just down the road. The fields are hopping with them. Haha, get it? Hopping! -Yeah, good one! -So, you’re Seamus the Seagull. I’ve been hearing all about you from the local wooden storks. They like to keep us real storks up to date, seeing as we’re away every winter. You’ve become quite famous, Seamus! -Haha, quite the poet, aren’t you? Ah, but I’m…
– ‘I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but Julia is a strange name for a male stork.’ – ‘What! Don’t be ridiculous. That’s not my name! That’s the name of the baby I supposedly brought to this family. Don’t you know anything? My name is Sepp. And what sort of a bird are you anyway? I thought that all the wooden birds around here were storks.’ – ‘God, sorry Sepp! I’m Seamus and I’m a seagull. From Ireland….