Personally, I love the seagull. Stand on the beach and toss pieces of bread in the air and watch them swoop down to grab the bread and then fly away. Not too many birds as friendly. No doubt, they’re a friendly, gregarious bunch of birds. Stand on the beach with some bread, tossing pieces into the air, and before you know it, about 15 are circling overhead, squawking, looking to get their personal piece of the action. Jonathan Livingston Seagull, where are you? People who grew up in the 1970s can’t forget the name. A short novella written by Richard Bach, himself a ...