You may not be blown away by today's photo. A gull is something we see all the time, mostly in less-than-glamourous circumstances: circling garbage at the dump, swooping to catch fish entrails flung from boats, patrolling parking lots, crapping on everything in sight. But still, when I found this photo earlier in the week, a solitary gull on the wing, I knew I would use it today.
I love gulls. Certainly it has something to do with Joni Mitchell's Song to a Seagull. "Fly silly seabird, no dreams can possess you, no voices can blame you, for sun on your wings ... " (Let's face it, J.M. could probably make me like root canal if she sang about it) But also, to me, gulls are one of the first harbingers of spring. In Toronto, their call goes up early, in the shift from winter to spring, when there's still grungy snow on the ground but the sun is coming back around. Today, there is sun. (Never mind how much snow is still on the ground.) Perhaps I will hear you, silly seabird.
Erin Bedford, writer.