My husband was embarrassed when I pulled out the camera to photograph a few gulls on Naples beach in Florida. They are pretty dime a dozen. I'll give him that. But a beach day certainly wouldn't be as entertaining without them. And there are so many varieties. This one was just strutting along.
O.K. This one is probably not even a gull. It's gull darn hard to tell. He looks like a Willet or Sand piper. I guess he should have piped up that I was mislabeling him. But he is too sleepy.
Now it's this guys "Tern" to be mislabeled just a gull.
Here's a laughing gull. Their call really is a hoot. I'd be happy too, if I spent all of my days flocking and frolicking on the beach.
I sure had a lot of gall labeling all of these beach goers just a gull.
You have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now- and nothing can stand in your way! Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull
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