Mystery in the Golden Light
There was no mystery about the bird in the evening's golden light on Sanibel Beach--it was a first winter Laughing Gull. The mystery was the identity of the object in its mouth.
The consensus of opinions among the volunteer rangers was that it was the tail of a fish, the name of which no one could remember. I watched for about twenty minutes, and the gull did not move, and the tail didn't either. Eventually, the sun set completely and the gull slipped into the darkness.
Mystery in the Golden Light
There was no mystery about the bird in the evening's golden light on Sanibel Beach--it was a first winter Laughing Gull. The mystery was the identity of the object in its mouth.
The consensus of opinions among the volunteer rangers was that it was the tail of a fish, the name of which no one could remember. I watched for about twenty minutes, and the gull did not move, and the tail didn't either. Eventually, the sun set completely and the gull slipped into the darkness.