This was the most diligent gull I’ve ever seen. Unlike all her wastrel brethren who wheel and lounge by the seashore, waiting for scraps and trash to make themselves available for the taking, this bird was actively fishing. She dove into the water and was occasionally rewarded with a tasty morsel (not a fish, I don’t think, but perhaps some sort of bivalve?).
All her diligence, however, didn’t dispel the aura of melancholy that seemed to cling to her. I wondered, what is her secret sorrow ?