The Rescue!

This is not the first time we have rescued a baby gull. The first time they were crying in the gutter - who cannot answer the cry of a baby?? Well, after Chuck gave me a heart-attack climbing up the ladder to get the fallen youngling out of the gutter and back onto the roof, all three of the babies looked at him, then jumped back into the gutter! Ugh. Needless to say, after that we left them in the gutter.

But today was different. Early this morning I discovered one of the babies on the floor in the breezeway (the covered walk from the front door to the garage). When the little one sensed me coming, it toddled out into the yard and hid securely under an azalea bush. (Why does this sound like Peter Rabbit?) All day that little one was fumbling around the yard, with its rather loud parents following and protecting it from us by screeching and swooping. Finally, Tay found the little one back in the breezeway this evening, and we were able to scoop the scared thing up and deposit it back onto the roof. Yes, the ladder was involved again.

Before returning this sweetie back to the roof, though, Tay snapped a pic. Not so great of me, but that baby gull is so cute!