Recently, a friend shared a story that took place on a remote island surrounded by the sea, a place where no one knows when the seagulls arrived. The seagulls on this island, known as silver gulls, are the largest among the 32 species of seagulls in the country. Their feathers are as white as snow, and their colorful beaks make them particularly beautiful. They soar through the sky every day, hunting small fish and living freely.
The island is far from the mainland, rarely visited by people, and there are no natural enemies for the seagulls. The silver gulls breed freely here, circling over fishing grounds during the day and resting on the beach at night. Their keen eyes allow them to quickly spot schools of fish, and once they lock onto their target, they dive down to catch their prey with their sharp beaks. Sometimes, they also follow passing boats in search of food.
One time, a ship lost its way in thick fog, and just as the crew hesitated, the calls of the seagulls guided them to the island, helping them avoid the danger of running aground. From April to August each year, it is the busiest season for silver gulls as they build nests and lay eggs using seaweed, dry grass, and feathers. However, a tragedy occurred during this time. A member of an expedition team, in an attempt to collect seagull eggs, inadvertently disturbed other gulls, causing them to flock together to rescue their companions. When the expedition member tried to retaliate, the seagulls began to defecate, launching a fierce attack. In a moment of panic, the expedition member fired in self-defense and shot down one of the gulls. Shockingly, another gull quickly flew in to accompany its injured partner, and together they sank into the sea.
This story reveals the deep bond of life and death among seagulls, leaving us in awe of the wonders of nature and the resilience of life.
