I grew up in proximity to seagulls: In my hometown, Mobile, Ala., we had seagulls in the mall parking lot. They were everywhere from the beach to miles inland.
I never expected to see them in the mountains of WNC, however. And I never expected to see them in the WNC mountains on a foggy snowy night in December. But last night, I did.
While enjoying a quiet night at home, I heard a thumping outside. Suspecting bears, bear dogs (it’s hunting season up here), raccoons, possums (found one of those the other day), I checked outside. A huge white bird fluttered away into the snow-covered trees. I grabbed my camera and went out into the misty mini-blizzard. I heard the flutter of big wings and that little squeaky sound gulls make.
In the glow of my flashlight, I spied one on the roof and another trying to land in the trees, but flapping down to the ground. The gulls appeared so exhausted, they made no attempt to get away when I crept up close.
Did the fog and snow confuse them? Were they lost and exhausted? The next morning, they were gone.
At YouTube, there’s a clip of the video I took, click here.