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Gulls are screeching overhead. Some are resting in their nests others circle high above, and I know that if I go much closer, they will swoop down on me. I sit down on a rock and watch some of then fly out over the ocean. More follow them. And more. It seems the whole colony is out there. I frown and look to the cliffs. They are empty, they’ve left their nests. All of them at once. Why would they do that, I wonder, as I gaze after them. Then a rumble behind me spreads to under me and I look to the volcano.
Then I wish I too had wings to flee out over the ocean.
A Bolg? 
Widdershins
/ January 22, 2016Birds know these things! 🙂
W. R. Woolf
/ January 23, 2016Maybe we should be more bird-brained 😉