Seagulls
for Jim On a cool, bright March morning, winded climbing Seabraes lane, I watched some blackbirds, hedgerow shy but full of song, digging and flicking, working soil. Upslope two gulls brawled noisily, heads bent low, necks extended, heaving choking calls over last night’s spoils: chips, cold and congealed. Just as quick, an easeful calm restored, two heads sideways turned – curious looks Read More