Below me Rontu was running along the cliffs barking at the screaming gulls. Pelicans were chattering as they finished the blue water. But suddenly I thought of Tutok, and the island seemed very quiet.
Below me Rontu was running along the cliffs barking at the screaming gulls. Pelicans were chattering as they finished the blue water. But suddenly I thought of Tutok, and the island seemed very quiet.
For most gulls it was not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight.
Most gulls don't bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight - how to get from shore to food and back again
The gulls who scorn perfection for the sake of travel go nowhere, slowly.
One study involved killer whales at Marineland in Niagara Falls in Ontario, Canada. An inventive male devised a brand new way to catch birds, and passed the strategy on to his tank-mates. The 4-year-old orca lures gulls into his tank by spitting regurgitated fish onto the water's surface. He waits below for a gull to grab the fish, then lunges at it with open jaws. They are in a way setting a trap, ... They catch three or four gulls this way some days.
I'd be interested to read Gull's paper on it, and I wish Alan would put it in somewhere. It gives him a relevance to our times, which he doesn't otherwise have. Gull, I mean, not Alan.
If you're not a bird watcher you won't be very excited, though gulls are graceful in flight and striking in appearance. If you're a bird watcher this makes you weak in the knees.
The gulls are mad-in-love with the river,
And the river unveils her face and smiles.
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss.
Somebody has to go polish the stars, They're looking a little bit dull. Somebody has to go polish the stars, For the eagles and starlings and gulls Have all been complaining they're tarnished and worn, They say they want new ones we cannot afford. So please get your rags And your polishing jars, Somebody has to go polish the stars.
Strangers he gulls, but friends make fun of him.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover, And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's o.
It's unbelievable. I remember going to the Gulls games when they were in the (International Hockey League). Also, I'll see my family. I haven't played hockey in San Diego in like 10 years. I can't wait.
That affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
He nor that affable familiar ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
As victors of my silence cannot boast;
I was not sick of any fear from thence.
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