Ghost flock by Alasdair Wallace
Seagulls are hated in my town by people who wave their lunches in the air and then complain when 'someone' takes advantage of a seemingly free lunch, a lesser black backed or greater black backed gull.
I love all nature and the gulls are of course nature in a seaside town in Fife, and 'my gull' inherited from my neighbour 19 years ago has been a stoic tonic for life. A silent presence watching my every move through the velux or from the telephone pole and sometimes from the door step and occasionally from the kitchen floor. or beside me as I painted in the garden. He flew to me when I called him, flew above when I walked in the local streets. He was a beauty a friend a love, one of the best things.
Last night the worst happened walking my dog, I saw a gull on the road, I knew instantly it was mine.
He had been hit by a car (many people aim for them here) and has had to be put down. I grieve.
The only solace to be taken is that I found him and that I knew what happened and he wasn't just pancaked onto the tarmac like so many others.
Gulls numbers are decreasing year on year here and still people delight in killing them, purposefully dropping food on the road so that they will swoop and get hit.
I wonder if they will notice when they are all gone, and then miss them.
😢💔
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