Name That Bird
Our Humble Gulls
Sunsets at Herron Island’s South Beach never fail to deliver unforgettable light shows. A sky that won’t quit and colors that go from blinding gold to pale orange to pink and violet and finally to a soft purple as the sun dips behind Harstine Island and calls it a day. Magic.
It was the summer of 1992. I had recently moved to Seattle and was on the ferry to Southworth crossing Colvos Passage, the strait between Vashon Island and the Kitsap Peninsula, for a day of birding. The name Colvos had a familiar ring to it. Greek? Italian? I was intrigued and filed it under "Things to Research Some Day."