I have a special story I would like to share:
My story takes place at our family cottage on Georgian Bay. The cottage sits on an acre island about 10 minutes boat ride from the Marina.
Eight summers ago a lone seagull which I have since named Jonathan, (from the book Jonathan Livingston Seagull) flew on to our deck, and kept returning several times a day. After a week or so, I started leaving some food on our deck picnic table. Of course, this started a tradition of feeding him every day.
After a few discards, his menu mainly consists of grapes, cheese, chicken, and a scrambled egg each morning.
As time went on Jonathan seemed to gain trust in me, and so I found I was able to sit about a foot from him as he ate his food.
My summers have been enriched by my beautiful feathered friend. And now, we will be closing our cottage after Thanksgiving in October. Will Jonathan return for another season.? I hope so!