As the tide rolls in on the northern shore of Savary Island B.C., the sea gulls screech and they squack – communicating loudly, clearly with something on their minds. Is that a call note or a long call, or a choke call, or an anxiety call, or a mew, a head toss, a copulation call (would that be a booty call?), an attack call or a departure call.
Like us, gulls are social creatures. Most of the time, they act like they can’t stand each other. They squabble, they posture, they fight, they steal each other’s eggs, but deep down they know they need each other.