If anyone is wondering how it happens that the seagull can fly, I can tell you right now. It's pure and unadulterated STUBBORNNESS! That flapping of the wings is just for show. No, he flies on pure stubbornness. He's even more stubborn than the wi… well, let's leave that unmentioned. But in any case, he's the most stubborn thing you can wrap in feathers.
I have now politely tried to talk properly with him and persuade him to move his nest and breeding site to places other than my porch. There should be plenty of suitable places in the local area for nest building.
For a while, I thought he was aiming for a mobile existence, because every morning I found straw and twigs and things like that on the car roof. But here yesterday evening, quite late yesterday evening, actually long after a reasonable bedtime, I was letting the cat out. Then I realized what was going on. They are doing their thing on the car roof. So the arrangement with straw and twigs is probably just to prevent the flat-footed ones from slipping on the slippery roof. It’s probably nice to get a little push-off when the seagulls are at their worst.

I had now convinced myself that it was too late for this pair of seagulls. They haven’t had it easy this year, being homeless and chased around as they have been. Twice, their egg has been taken from them. I thought the season was lost for them. But not at all. When I saw the activities they were up to on the car roof, I realized there was more to come. And sure enough, this afternoon when we came home from work, they had made a nice little nest bowl. Where to? Well, I can tell you. In the other flower box on the steps. Well, not ON the steps, as it hangs outside the railing, but still. No egg has been laid yet, but the intention is clear.

That stubborn bird!