TREPLIEFF comes in without a hat on, carrying a gun and a dead seagull.

There was a dead seagull there.

Her eyes were as wide, pale, and flat as those of a dead seagull that I had once found on the beach.

A dead seagull lay in one corner beside a rusted bucket full of ice placed under a jagged shard of sky in the roof.

I even saw a dead seagull some twenty yards away, feathers a dirty gray, and I thought I couldn't let them find me like that.

I think back to the dead seagulls.

Readers' observations on nature While walking on the beach at Newcastle, Co Down, I counted five dead seagulls.