Flocks of gulls have circled us for several days, since the flock of eagles finished the most recent carcass killed for them and put out in the neighbor's field. Only a few eagles remain. Flocks of eagles seem to warn away other birds except for the resident geese.

This morning the sky is clear and brilliant to the west. The rising light turns the gull breasts a sort of salmon, and they gleam and shine in their uplit flight. Bare treetop branches glint and look special and blessed, too, where the early sunshine strikes them.