I was just remembering when I was a small girl and we got to go seagull egg hunting. Early spring, that's when it would be. "Before the seagulls grow in the eggs."
Who said we should see who got the biggest egg? Probably Mom. Sometimes she would add to the fun by making a competitive game out of it all. We were on Sheep Island and the sea gulls were flying overhead ---very noisily.
We each walked off looking through the grass.
How old was I? I don't know! Maybe seven or eight?
As you can imagine, this was really fun for kids! It was like the Easter egg hunts that we have for our grandchildren, only the seagulls put the eggs out there to find.
Soon I spied the biggest egg I had ever seen! EVER!
The problem, it was out on a bit of a point with steep sides, and the nest was right at the end. I am so afraid of heights but I had never seen such a big egg! I considered the sides and the narrow patch of grass to navigate along on the top. I decided that I could do it.
So I inched my way out keeping my eyes on the egg. Closer and closer!
When I got out there, I bent over, picked up the egg, turned around carefully and inched my way back. I smiled hopefully and I was excited! I knew Mom would say this egg was the biggest one.
As I began to hurry back to the skiff and Mom and Dad, I heard a pitiful crying and turned around.
The parent seagull had landed and she was standing beside her nest and crying... crying for her baby, I thought.
I stood there with the warm egg in both of my hands, looking at her. She kept crying loudly. Oh my, shall I put her baby back? I considered for a minute or so.
No, I ran away with the egg!
Breathlessly I showed it to Mom. She looked, she compared it to the other eggs. If I remember right, it was pretty darn close, but no cigar! I ran off to hunt again.