Sept. 28, 1943
Darling:
Yesterday at twilight the wind came whooping back from the ship's bow, whipping the flag on the afterdeck straight to the read. So the gulls, which like to follow the water, had several hours of more sport. We watched from the afterdeck.
Starting several rods behind the boat, a gull would point his bill toward the win, cupping the ends of his dyhedral (sp?) wings This carried him up like a kite and forward over or near the flag. The gull would peer seriously or comically at us, wondering perhaps what sort of silly creatures we were who could not fly. After reaching the crest of his ascent the bird would do a wingover and scoot with the wind on his tail to the rear where he would start the gliding demonstration all over again. Several gulls repeated the same trick in an amusing competition that shortened the evening. So ends today's nature study!
Meanwhile I'm busy missing you an sending you
All my love,
S
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