Almost every morning I have seen this poor seagull at the train station in Oslo. It has a limp foot that it uses the tip of. The foot is limp begause it has some tread or something wrapped tightly arond it. =(
It has survived yet another winter so I guess it manages most of it's business, but it won't be swimming very much this one. I just call it my seagull and my seagull as our souls meet every time I see it.