As the early morning sun begins to rise, my nest is bathed nest is bathed in the warmth of its heavenly yellow glow. I straighten my legs and stretch out my wide grey wings. I look at my neighbouring nests to ensure that they’re all sleeping, then I take off into flight.
I love going for a fly every morning and today was no exception. There is just something calming about soaring through the air. There’s the wind rushing past you, tickling all your individual feathers. It is just a wonderful way to clear your head and be at peace with yourself. The feeling you get when you're up so high is phenomenal; it's like a dream.
I am out of my airborne day dream when I hear a commotion of seagull screeches and cries signalling the rest of the colony …show more content…
In their wake was a calm, soft silence. I am supposed to be a member of the hunting crew but I have made very clear to the others that I do not wish to engage in the practice. In my past, while I was a lone gull, I was what you would call a typical seagull; savage, ruthless, and selfish. However, now I have chosen to disconnect myself from that identity and I think avoiding situations that could encourage that behaviour is a good idea.
Hours go by and lunch time finally rolls around. I have occupied myself by daydreaming and having a chat with the local wildlife. Well, I tried to. Whenever I approach the animals they scurry off, afraid that I will attack them or steal their food. However, by now, having realised I had had no breakfast, decided to fly off in search of food.
I had been flying for a while when I came across a large metal dumpster and atop the pile of rubbish was a beautiful half eaten fish supper calling out my name. The dumpster was in a quiet alleyway which is good because it lowers the chances of getting ambushed by other hungry birds. I swooped down to collect my ready-made meal and then landed on the branch of a nearby tree, ready to enjoy my feast.
As I opened the box, ready to begin my meal, I was astounded by how much food was inside. The box was filled to the brim with beautiful golden chips and a wonderful crispy fish. To add to the greatness, it was still …show more content…
I lifted my head up and tried flapping my wings but they wouldn’t move. I looked down and saw raw red patches on my wings. Since I couldn’t move I decided to call for help. I screeched and screeched until my throat was sore. The large male human approached me with a blanket and wrapped me in it.
I don’t remember much after then. I think I fell asleep. What I do know is that the male human took me to this animal hospital so they could heal my wing. I am still there now and I am slowly recovering. I think I’ll be allowed back out soon when my wing heals. I don’t really want to leave though; the food here is good. The humans are also nice and gentle.
I can’t believe birds in my own colony would act in such a way towards me. It’s appalling. It just goes to show how selfish and barbaric we seagulls really are. Not all of us though. Some of us are quite nice. I would like to think I come under that
I love going for a fly every morning and today was no exception. There is just something calming about soaring through the air. There’s the wind rushing past you, tickling all your individual feathers. It is just a wonderful way to clear your head and be at peace with yourself. The feeling you get when you're up so high is phenomenal; it's like a dream.
I am out of my airborne day dream when I hear a commotion of seagull screeches and cries signalling the rest of the colony …show more content…
In their wake was a calm, soft silence. I am supposed to be a member of the hunting crew but I have made very clear to the others that I do not wish to engage in the practice. In my past, while I was a lone gull, I was what you would call a typical seagull; savage, ruthless, and selfish. However, now I have chosen to disconnect myself from that identity and I think avoiding situations that could encourage that behaviour is a good idea.
Hours go by and lunch time finally rolls around. I have occupied myself by daydreaming and having a chat with the local wildlife. Well, I tried to. Whenever I approach the animals they scurry off, afraid that I will attack them or steal their food. However, by now, having realised I had had no breakfast, decided to fly off in search of food.
I had been flying for a while when I came across a large metal dumpster and atop the pile of rubbish was a beautiful half eaten fish supper calling out my name. The dumpster was in a quiet alleyway which is good because it lowers the chances of getting ambushed by other hungry birds. I swooped down to collect my ready-made meal and then landed on the branch of a nearby tree, ready to enjoy my feast.
As I opened the box, ready to begin my meal, I was astounded by how much food was inside. The box was filled to the brim with beautiful golden chips and a wonderful crispy fish. To add to the greatness, it was still …show more content…
I lifted my head up and tried flapping my wings but they wouldn’t move. I looked down and saw raw red patches on my wings. Since I couldn’t move I decided to call for help. I screeched and screeched until my throat was sore. The large male human approached me with a blanket and wrapped me in it.
I don’t remember much after then. I think I fell asleep. What I do know is that the male human took me to this animal hospital so they could heal my wing. I am still there now and I am slowly recovering. I think I’ll be allowed back out soon when my wing heals. I don’t really want to leave though; the food here is good. The humans are also nice and gentle.
I can’t believe birds in my own colony would act in such a way towards me. It’s appalling. It just goes to show how selfish and barbaric we seagulls really are. Not all of us though. Some of us are quite nice. I would like to think I come under that