Three Gulls
As I drift into consciousness each day one of the first sounds amongst the morning trills of robin or blackbird and the clack of jackdaws is that wonderful wild cry of Herring Gulls.
Although I have lived in St Just for twenty five years it remains a pleasant reminder that this is where I am. On the rugged Penwith peninsular, the sea never very far away on either side.
Soft feathers of white and grey a keen yellow eye and bill, black wing tips and pink legs. Always surprisingly large when seen up close. A resourceful and adaptable creature, it observes the ways of man and utilizes them with much intelligence.
Carrie TaylorÂ
