Notes on a Disappearing Island
And on the club of strangers who know the peace of the morning river
The gulls finally took off.
Their island was disappearing on the rising tide of the Delaware River, and I suppose that rather than float they decided to take to the air.
A half hour before, when I paddled by on my up Pennypack Creek, there was a bit of mud flat left for the gulls to share with five or six Canada geese resting and preening. Gulls aren’t …
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