Never has the phrase about ruffled feathers struck such a vivid chord as when I saw this gull on the beach today. He was funny and looked really put out at having the wind muss up his otherwise sleek look. Even more important than this bird's dignity is the personal lesson it triggered. Perhaps this was nature's way of reminding me it's not a pretty sight when I let people or things ruffle my feathers. Though as I grow in age and wisdom this happens less often than it used to, it still happens. Happily I now have the image of this gull's wind-blown look to remind me that it is definitely not an attractive characteristic.
Be that as it may, when I got home I also noticed the wind hadn't done much for the look of my hair either.
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