Friday was Solvi’s turn for an overnight with Gramma. And so, as Saturday morning dawned dark but unseasonably warm, Oliver, Chad and I headed to Nauset Beach.
There, I searched for wampum, polished by the sea, while the boys did boy things. And then Olie made a friend.
We kept expecting him to fly away. Then guessed that the gull probably had a broken wing. Concerned, Oliver decided to watch over his beach buddy. But it turns out the gull was either too young and clueless to be afraid of humans. Or perhaps he was looking for a handout. Or maybe he was just content to befriend a seven-year-old for the day. Because in the end, and much to Oliver’s glee, “Little Seagull” flew away. Imagine a boy’s delight at having taught a seagull to fly.