A Flotilla of Gulls

Since last week, as the sun rises over the trees and houses and casts long shadows over the meadow, a large flock of gulls circle and land, more than you can see here. They proceed, as one, to strut sedately back and forth across the field. Their white feathers shine in the morning sun like sails of a flotilla of yachts. Mostly, they all step in one direction then turn and retrace their steps, occasionally stopping to snatch up a tasty morsel from down in the grass.

Then at some mysterious signal they take to the air as one and fly off about their daily business.

It is fascinating to watch.