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Thursday, May 2, 2013
Living on the waterfront in Portland Maine, the sounds of the gulls awaken me in the morning as they swoop around the buildings and chase the lobster boats out of the harbor. They perch on the hotel next door watching and waiting and soon there will be baby gulls.
I watch as they build a nest precariously perched on the slanted roof and stand guard until the chicks are born. The mother gull walks the furry chicks into the shade everyday and then back to the nest at night. When they are ready fly there is a lot of rolling off the roof. I'm never quite sure who makes it...
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