The seagulls have made their way back to the mighty Yukon River. They drift off South in the fall and come home to unfrozen waters in the spring. I love their company dearly- and hope, that now that I live along the river, I can befriend them. For now they're quite scared of humans, and me for that matter. But I hope to change that. I love their sweet calls and playful water antics. I know that my best bet of making peace with them is to love their young. I'll wait until the chicks hatch- naive to the ways of people, and begin feeding them. Food, inevitably, creates close relationships. So fish shall be thrown to the waters. And hopefully, my offerings will bring a return of their white feathered company when I walk the beaches.
