I had just a split second to figure it out when, in a move I couldn't believe -- one serendipitous gesture by nature -- a huge wave pushed the gull back toward the beach. He was flattened against the sand and struggling as the undertow pulled him back. It was just enough time for me to dive into the water, grab him around the wings, and tuck them against his side to constrain his moves.
Like Georgia O’Keeffe’s flower, the gull, along with many urban birds, is overlooked and pushed aside, sometimes literally under foot on crowded sidewalks. Also like O’Keeffe’s flower, when you take the time to really look at that gull and embrace the wholeness of her — her yellow bill, her gray coverts, her ear spots or orbital rings, the white tips of her stretched wings — she becomes your world not just for the moment, but in perpetuity.
Angel came down from heaven yesterday She stayed with me just long enough to rescue me And she told me a story yesterday, About the sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea;