In Prophetstown State Park, where the Tippecanoe and Wabash Rivers meet, bright-eyed, shiny white birds filled the sky. One bird captured my attention though; he wasn’t shiny like the others and his eyes were dark in color. Who was this special bird? A juvenile Ring-billed Gull, perhaps? Maybe, just maybe, next year you can be a shiny white and bright-eyed bird like your friends, but for now I like you just they way you are.