
When I looked back, the gull was standing on one leg on top of the light. This is not an unusual posture for gulls, but as he tried to put his other foot down, it clearly caused him pain. He tipped forward off of the light and extended his wings to arrest his fall. He made a soft, one-point landing on a nearby dock and then began to hobble in my direction, alternating between good foot and bad. I knew he wasn't interested in me as I was above him and he never once looked in my direction, but he was moving with a purpose and he had piqued my curiosity. As I continued to watch, the gull walked up to one of the water spigots on the dock that are there for the boaters to use. I noticed that the spigot was dripping. Clearly, the gull had noticed this long before I did.
I couldn't help but smile as the gull stuck his beak under the faucet and began to catch the fresh water droplets that were leaking out at about one second intervals. Occasionally he glanced up at me with a droplet hanging from his bill, and then he returned to drinking. After snapping a few photographs to commemorate the moment, I walked on, leaving the still drinking gull to finish quenching his thirst. I hoped that his foot would soon heal, and that he would enjoy sipping from leaky faucets for many years to come.
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