Weekend report on the little lost seagull: He was taken to the New England Wildlife Center in South Weymouth. According to the orker who brought him there, the center said that the seagull was under a year old and didn't know how to fly yet, and that they'd take him in, feed him and rehabilitate him along with other seagulls they are currently helping. He will eventually be released, with this flock, in true Eighties hairband style Hingham Harbor. He'd also learn to fear humans again, which is good for the self-preservation, but worried me just slightly in a Ludovico Technique sort of way. Perhaps it just means he'll grow older and bolder and, in the company of other birds, realize them peoplefolk is nuts anyway.
Go little seagull! May you live a long and prosperous life shouting "Mine!" a lot!