it was january of last year, but it still haunts me whenever i see a seagull. maybe it's why i suddenly developed such a love for birds, now that i think of it; somewhere in 2002 birds began to stop me in my tracks - i'd stare at them and marvel at how gracefully yet cavalierly they handle their ability to fly. i wonder if they'd trade it with us for our ability to run - those that can't, anyway. so many different birds, and i'm fascinated by them all. don't call pigeons "rats with wings," please; they're actually doves, and the only reason why they're dirty is 'cause they live in dirty cities. of them all, though, owls, are my favorites (of course

) .
but back to the seagull. i killed a seagull last year in a sav-on parking lot

. i was backing out of my parking space when i heard the most horrible squeak/cry. i looked in my rearview mirror, and there was a bent gull, with his gull friend - the friend gently pushing him with his beak to see if he was ok and finding him lifeless.
i cried, i really did. but what could i have done? i didn't see the birds in my rearview mirror, and what were they doing at a mid-city sav-on in the first place?
i had horrible luck all last year, and i wondered if it was payback for that.
when prince first changed his name to that weird symbol, he said it should be pronounced as "the sound of a dying seagull." it's good that prince changed his name back, 'cause no one should have to hear that.
has anyone else here ever run over anything?