Song to a Seagull.......

    Today was such a beautiful windy day ! The kind of wind that shakes the bus and bends the trees ! I adore windy days. There is something magical about wind that seems to transform any ordinary day into one of mystery and wonder. I went out to the beach for a walk while Moss stayed back at the bus with Sage. They are both sick..runny noses, coughing. Poor girl, this is her first cold and she is teething as well.

    I wore my mohair poncho, as I always do on windy days. It's warm and cozy and flaps around behind me like a cape or wings as I walk. I had a great time on the beach alone reflecting on all the recent and wonderful changes in my life. I also took the opportunity to study some bird species I was unfamiliar with and take some photos. I saw a few dead birds out there which was sad. I wonder if it's from all the pollution in the storm run off pond where the sea birds hang out.

    On a sad note..early this morning while driving from our night time sleeping spot to our daytime hang out spot, I saw a dead sea gull in the road. He was recently killed, just a few hours maybe. Such a beautiful bird he was, so clean and white and healthy looking. He lay on his back, wings spread out behind him like an angel and head turned to one side. In some morbid way he looked quite beautiful. If it wasn't for the small trickle of bright red blood coming from the side of his beak, one might wonder if he was still alive.

    It made me so sad to see him like that, cut down in his prime. He was an adult herring gull , and judging by the beautiful condition of his feathers, had probably recently finished a molt. Perhaps it was his first adult molt, as herring gulls retain their brownish feathers for several years before growing the typical white and grey ones.

    We stopped the bus and Moss went out to move him from the middle of the street to a patch of shrubs on the side of the road . We frequently do this for animals we see that have been killed in the road. We do this for a few reasons... one because neither of us can stand to see such beautiful creatures rotting on asphalt, instead of earth, and two because it keeps the crows and other scavengers from being hit while attempting to feed.

    There are a lot birds around here, especially on the beach where we park. There are a few juvie gulls and a flock of pigeons that we have become acquainted with as well as many other species of gulls and salt water birds of which I am unfamiliar. Every day the pigeons are there to greet our big green bus as we pull up. I throw them bread, bird seed and whatever we have that's healthy. A few times I had Palomino with me on my lap and it was interesting watching their reaction. I think they trust me more now because they saw another pigeon being friendly with me and now they don't venture far from the bus during the day.

    Seeing that sea gull and my walk on the beach today reminded me of one of my favorite Joni Mitchell songs, Song to a Seagull.......

    Song To a Seagull

    Fly silly seabird

    No dreams can possess you

    No voices can blame you

    For sun on your wings

    My gentle relations

    Have names they must call me

    For loving the freedom

    Of all flying things

    My dreams with the seagulls fly

    Out of reach out of cry

    I came to the city

    And lived like old crusoe

    On an island of noise

    In a cobblestone sea

    And the beaches were concrete

    And the stars paid a light bill

    And the blossoms hung false

    On their store window trees

    My dreams with the seagulls fly

    Out of reach out of cry

    Out of the city

    And down to the seaside

    To sun on my shoulders

    And wind in my hair

    But sandcastles crumble

    And hunger is human

    And humans are hungry

    For worlds they cant share

    My dreams with the seagulls fly

    Out of reach out of cry

    I call to a seagull

    Who dives to the waters

    And catches his silver-fineDinner alone

    Crying where are the footprints

    That danced on these beaches

    And the hands that cast wishes

    That sunk like a stone

    My dreams with the seagulls fly

    Out of reach out of cry.................

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