His mom is still feeding him and protecting him, he’s getting bigger and stronger, he’s stretching out his wings in readiness to fly – BUT he’s still here! (as the plethora of poop on the roof shows!)
Photo below taken this morning! ©
Gift Of The Seagull
by Munda
A lonely seagull flies the winds
Majestic… soaring…gliding wings
A single screech sounds from the sky
Come fly with me… come here and fly
My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this bird of sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free
I feel the winds caress my soul
And soar the streams without a goal
My being trembles of delight
A treasure I received tonight
The seagull’s flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly
Alfie: Born (approximately) 1st September 2008 (from Cat's Protection rescue centre)
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This baby seagull is precious (bird poopie or not)- so so sweet! And, the poem ~ it puts the two together perfectly. I love the poem, it’s beautiful,…”The gift of what it means to fly”. As a child I always thought it’d be so cool to be a bird so I could fly- amazing!
By: javaqueen14 on July 20, 2008
at 5:16 am
Hi JQ,
I too have always thought it would be cool to fly. Sometimes I have dreams where I can fly by flapping my arms – they’re incredibly real and in full colour – I soar across the landscape. The dreams are so lovely that I don’t want to wake up!
In real life, I have flown a small plane, was a member of my university gliding team, I have also para-glided, and parachuted, and hot air ballooned – so I guess air-sport is in my blood!
I’d still like to fly using my arms though …. or even better my own wings!
The seagull poop? Who cares! The rain will wash it away! I’m delighted this little seagull is surviving.
By: Author on July 20, 2008
at 7:24 am