Found this l'al fella at the hotel doors this morning at 5am, on the way out for a run. Not sure he liked the extreme close up, but there you go. Reckon he was as sick of raw fish as we are, and wasa trying to trigger the motion sensors on the automatic doors, so he could get in for a western style breakfast, which, incidentally involves a sausage molded to the end of a chicken bone in this place - tasty!
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