Taking a walk this morning along the Parnkalla/Barngala trail named after the people of this country in Galinyala Port Lincoln, I eventually get to a tide-out spot where there are some white silver gulls, some brown grey teals, and a couple of lapwing plovers all yellow faced and noisy. The plovers fly on leaving the gulls and teals to the little rock pools in the shallows. And where the teals go in, all beak first and spearing, for whatever might lie in the wet mud and water, the seagulls wade over and stand above the puddles and begin splashing their feet like children do in boots just after rain. The gulls do it one foot and then the other with quite some coordination, and the noise of it is all sploshy plopping, rhythmic and somewhat loud. Every now and then they reach down with their beaks and pick up whatever their splashing releases from the puddly depths beneath their feet. At one point something comes out from under a splashing gull and must head in the direction of a nearby teal. Both gull and teal reach with their beaks for the fleeing breakfast but, alas for the teal, the gull seems to have won this one.