His First Flight Liam O’Flaherty 10th - - tail at the far end of his ledge. Now, there was not a single scrap of food left. He had searched every inch, rooting among the rough, dirt-caked straw nest where he and his brothers and sister had been hatched. He even gnawed at the dried pieces of eggshell.
It was like eating a part of himself. He then trotted back and forth from one end of the ledge to the other, his long gray legs stepping daintily, trying to find some means of reaching his parents without having to fly. But on each side of him, the ledge ended in a sheer fall of precipice , with the sea beneath. And between him and his parents, there was a deep, wide crack.
Surely he could reach them without flying if he could only move northwards along the cliff face? But then, on what c. What was the first catch of the young seagull’s older brother? d.
What did the young seagull manage to find in his search for food on the ledge? could he walk? There was no ledge, and he was not a fly. And above him, he could see nothing.
The precipice was sheer, and the top of it was, perhaps, farther away than the sea beneath him. He stepped slowly out to the brink of the ledge, and, standing on one leg with the other leg hidden under his wing, he closed one eye, then the other, and pretended to be falling asleep. Still, they took no notice of him. He saw his two brothers and his sister lying on the plateau dozing, with their heads sunk into their necks.
His father was preening the feathers on his white back. Only his mother was looking at him. She was standing on a little high hump on the plateau, her white breast thrust forward. Now and again, she tore at a piece of fish that lay at her feet, and then scraped each side of her beak on the rock.
The sight of the food maddened