Bird of the Week: Herring Gull

California Herring Gull: Larus argentatus

Winter in California is good when I can walk along the shore and take some time to do a small watercolor of a Herring Gull that seems to be posing for me. Herring Gulls are gray and white with pink-legged. They’re the most familiar gulls of the North Atlantic and can be found across much of coastal North America in winter.  They are a common winter bird on the coast of California. Identification can be tricky with this type of gull because they resemble other gulls with a variety of plumages the first few years. Adult Herring Gulls are similar to adult Ring-billed Gulls (Larus delawarensis) and California Gull (Larus californicus) but the Herring Gulls are much larger with larger bills. I am still learning my gulls.

I was told in my orinthology class that there is no such thing as a “seagull” —It broke my heart.  All those beautiful songs and the wonderful poetry about “seagulls”— well, science is science— never took claims on being poetic, that’s for sure.  The “seagull” will always be my heart’s delight.

An Artist That Likes Birds

I like tromping through wetlands, forests and the high desert just to get a glimpse of a bird.

It doesn’t necessary have to be a rare bird but if it is, it made my day.  I am an artist.  Sometimes, I draw birds but not as much as I would like.  Sometimes, I teach kids about nature and how important conservation is… always adding a few words about the birds.  Sometimes, I travel to far away places, facilitating an art strategy to save the planet with other artists or NGOs.  I seem to be especially fond of the people I meet that work protecting birds.  Birds are an inspiration.  Did I mention… I really do like birds.

This blog is to share stories and experiences about how a few insightful artists can plays an important roll in their communities promoting change in positive ways.  The work is challenging but fun.  It can also be frustrating.  It takes a lot of time but ends up being very meaningful.  The work becomes a story.  A story we remember, tell to our neighbors and families.  My story began along time ago with the birds.  Now I listen for their song or watch them ride the trade winds. Birds ground us in the moment.  Birds teach us that the little things we do in our lives matter and sometimes miraculously can become something very big in a profound way. Follow my blog to learn more.