I’ve been thinking about the Gull a lot this summer. A lot of people think these birds are “crappy”, literally. I admit this one has done his fair share of pooping on the pontoon boat. But, that’s what lake living is all about. I look past this fellas diarrhetic issues and think about it’s other qualities. I love looking up into the blue and watching gulls circle high in the sky…their faint white silhouettes appearing and disappearing as I squint to see them. On night-time boat cruises, gulls are like ghosts, floating in large numbers……barely discernible in the darkness. And, what about the gull’s yalp?…a sound of summer, of water, of sun.
This photo was taken at Devil’s Lake on Sunday. I fished a little this weekend…before and after a friend’s wedding vow renewal at Hidden Lake Gardens. I also finished a novel by Edward Abbey, “A Fools Progress”. Ed is a strange bird himself. They call him the Thoreau of our age. I’m not sure he is as poetic but he certainly had passion. Anyway, I’m on my 5th Abbey book and intend to read them all eventually.
The Heron 