Every morning since July 2, I have been awakened at dusk (4:30 am) by the harsh sound of seagulls. This can hardly be called a birdsong. Nor is it only one bird. The whole mob screeches together. The other morning, there was a gale with whistling winds and yet the gulls still sang out. There’s a colony along the rocks and they seem to cooperate and guard the baby gulls. As soon as the sky begins to lighten, they are noisy until sunrise, then things mellow out again for a while. The real question is not why do they cry but how can I make them stop. Apparently it drove some others a little mad recently too, some troopers clubbed seagulls that were bothering them in Seattle. I was thinking of a more peaceful resistance.