Where we live we see plenty of seagulls, as well as a few eagles. The eagles are few while the seagulls flock together and dot the shore in swarms.
The eagles are amazing, it’s true. With wings outspread, they seem to soar with ease. I’ve been watching a couple around our area and they are teaching their little eaglets to fly. I’ve seen them on runs and watched their grace as they circle high overhead scanning the fields for food.
Then there are the seagulls who, with all their look-alike pals, must compete with each other just to grab a bite. They dare to approach humans for a stray snack. They’ll even peck open anything that remotely looks like food. They are brave. They are daring. They do what they have to do. A seagull’s value is hard-won. They scour the coast for a meal. They earn it. They are scrappy scavengers who fly just as beautifully as any other bird.
It’s easy to admire eagles. They shine. They are majestic. A seagull’s beauty may not be apparent at first, but it’s there.
Sometimes you just have to look a little deeper.
I love seagulls.