Something of a Zebedee rests in the mind of a Herring Gull, as they wheel across the sky and plummet, or sweep across the shore, to their appointed community dormitory, as it is 'time for bed'. The amazing expertise that they have to develop and to treat flight with such abandon and freedom requires a degree of trust that the average human cannot find. As it glides across the water, he has no concept of the painted shadow below.
