This is Perry, as my friend, Mary named him. He's a large fellow with a long nose and giant wing span. I believe him to be a very mellow guy with a propensity to be rather lazy. Don't get me wrong, I don't think he was born that way. I just think he figured out the system and plays it very well. Perry has learned that if he sits on the light post or other spot of the pier, the fishermen and passing visitors will throw food at him. Why would you work at hunting and gathering if your food just flew at you all day long? As I see it, his most difficult job is to look handsome, clever and hungry and he has it in the bag.
It is important to know that after Mary named him Perry, the four fingered fisherman told us his name was George. I can imagine, with all the people who visit him on this pier, that he may have way more than two names.
Perry George in his light pole.
If you look closely you can see a snack flying straight for
his mouth. Its a lot of work for him, he must be starving.
A generous snack from the four-fingered fisherman. Talk
about not chewing your food...
Seriously, at what point does the whole
fish go down?
quite a bit cuter, I'm just saying.
and for tolerating my camera in your face