Look at a gull--look at me. ""I am a bird of the air, the water and the land...I was born inside a little speckled egg....Life was dangerous....I ate and ate....I felt an urge to fly....Now at last I am grown-up. Now I can challenge anyone....See how my wings are made--feather laid upon feather....Watch me land on the water....I search for snails, clams, and all kinds of shellfish. I grow older. I grow wiser....I may live a long time--twenty years or even more....Watch for me...."" Against striking full-page photographs focused on descriptive and dramatic essentials, a gull tells the story of his life. As the simple rhythmic text takes over, the reader sheds his distrust of the method of telling and his assumed identity becomes quite natural....Come fly away with me somewhere between nature study and poetry.