Cue a few lines from Richard Bach’s Jonathan Livingston Seagull, a short story featuring a brave and persistent young gull, which Bach wrote in Leelanau’s Port Oneida farm district. So this gull could be distant kin to the ones that inspired the story. I can see why watching seagulls is satisfying (or watching them watch me, as was the case this morning, as this one took flight when I approached the water’s edge). It’s easy to have a calm and introspective moment in the moody grays of November. At least today it’s above freezing!