Mrs. G with Juvenile
Regular readers will remember our winter, 2013, column about Gullybird. Early in May of that year, Sharie and I met a magnificent California gull. A shy, ring-billed gull was Gully’s wingman. We named him Ringo.
Every day, they spent time with us at our campsite near Last Mountain Lake. One morning late in July, Gully arrived with his life-mate, Mrs. G, and their fledgling, Sage. For the full story see Winter 2013, Vol. 15, No. 4 of Prairies North.
Throughout last winter we wondered, “Will our gull-friends survive the rigours of the long migration to the west coast?” Ringo is a respected member of Gully’s flock of California gulls. We longed to see all of them again.
Early in 2014, Sharie and I sold our commercial building and moved to an acreage. Finally, on July 22nd, we returned to Last Mountain Regional Park.
The same unserviced campsite was available. We positioned everything exactly as it had been during our stay in 2013. We wanted Gully to recognize our site from above. As I finished levelling the RV, Sharie called out, “Gullybird, Gullybird, come home to me!”
Within moments Gully arrived. The instant his feet touched the ground, he began screeching and squawking. The joy that Sharie and I felt overflowed in our tears. He stayed with us for a few minutes and then suddenly flew away. We recovered our composure and began setting up lawn chairs and the like.
About five minutes had passed when Ringo, Gullybird, and Mrs. G landed near Sharie.
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