Fledgling


Notes from a Neophyte Nature Lover

by Marie Malin



Illustration by Caroline Magerl

I have a confession.

It’s probably the wrong way to begin the first installment of a column about birds and nature, but I figured I’d get it off my chest now so you can decide up front if this is the kind of thing you want to fritter away five minutes reading each month.

My confession is that I like sea gulls.

There are multiple problems with this affinity.

First of all, as most any birder worth his binoculars will tell you, there is no such thing as a sea gull. A herring gull, yes—or a black-backed or laughing gull—but there is no species called sea gull.

Second, the birds that folks refer to as sea gulls are known for annoying humans and wildlife alike with such miscreant behavior as stealing french fries, taking over islands and driving out other seabirds, and letting loose on the heads of tourists happily eating ice cream beside Camden Harbor (guess who that happened to).

So why the heck do I like sea gulls?

Well, have you ever really looked at a herring gull? I’m serious—not just glared at it as you shooed it away, but really looked at one. They’re beautiful. Their chest feathers are pure white, their wings soft gray like shingles on an old cottage. And their eyes—they give you the chills, they’re so sharp and yellow. Plus they have that neat red dot on their beak that their chicks peck at when they’re hungry.

Herring gulls sound cool, too. Their call is such a part of coastal Maine’s soundscape it’s easy to tune it out, but it’s mysterious and thrilling, at least for this Pennsylvania transplant who spent long landlocked hours each summer desperate for her family’s next trip to the coast.

In addition to—or perhaps to qualify—my confession, I also have a theory birders would love herring gulls if they weren’t so ubiquitous. Pigeons and crows and starlings, too. It’s only because there are so many of these birds around that people don’t get excited about them.

But why do birds have to be rare or unfamiliar to be valuable? Why does anything have to be rare or unfamiliar to be valuable?



Issue:001 | Published: July / August 2007 Author: Marie Malin