To me it seemed that the gulls flying around where the dead gull lay were communicating that there had been a death and who it was and their dance in the sky was also a kind of send-off and farewell to the dead gull. By the afternoon every gull in the flock had been notified and the flying and whirling faded away.
Sad to read this, poor gulls. Animals understand more than we mostly reckon. I love gulls, they are so resilient & they are especially beautiful flying at night. An English man I met said they were much reviled & called 'shitehawks'. After a particularly dire year of his experience, he decided or adopted the 'shitehawk' as his 'spirit animal', as regardless of what had been heaped upon him, he had endured. That man is Damh the bard, he's likely written a song about it.
To me it seemed that the gulls flying around where the dead gull lay were communicating that there had been a death and who it was and their dance in the sky was also a kind of send-off and farewell to the dead gull. By the afternoon every gull in the flock had been notified and the flying and whirling faded away.
Sad to read this, poor gulls. Animals understand more than we mostly reckon. I love gulls, they are so resilient & they are especially beautiful flying at night. An English man I met said they were much reviled & called 'shitehawks'. After a particularly dire year of his experience, he decided or adopted the 'shitehawk' as his 'spirit animal', as regardless of what had been heaped upon him, he had endured. That man is Damh the bard, he's likely written a song about it.