Along the Yellowstone River, I found myself near a large group of seagulls on the water’s edge. It was interesting to watch this group, as some would pick up rocks, fly with them, and eventually drop them. This particular seagull was flying with a rock in its mouth and repeatedly flew up, dropped the rock just high enough, then swooped back down to catch it midair again.
Along the Yellowstone River, I found myself near a large group of seagulls on the water’s edge. It was interesting to watch this group, as some would pick up rocks, fly with them, and eventually drop them. This particular seagull was flying with a rock in its mouth and repeatedly flew up, dropped the rock just high enough, then swooped back down to catch it midair again.