The Herring Gull (l) was injured. For several days and nights it rested on the beach at Treasure Island, Florida . . . fighting off marauding crows and the occasional child that, unaccountably, kicked sand on it before I protested. On one day, a Royal Tern (c) and a Laughing Gull (r) rested beside it for several hours, seemingly to keep it company. When I returned
on the fourth day, it was gone . . . no sign of a struggle.
Fly away, fly away, fly away!