As we wait for the stoplight at Ohio Street I hear seagulls squawking.

Then she heard seagulls calling.

Still there was no city in sight--but now Jordan heard seagulls, and saw several lift above the next rise.

For a moment she can hear seagulls.

Someone laughed, far away, and I could hear seagulls crying above the pigeons.

You can hear seagulls crying outside, beyond the closed curtains.

With these memories still echoing in his head, Justin must have fallen asleep at the counting table because he woke to hear a dawn air battle of land birds versus seagulls that turned out on closer inspection to be not dawn but dusk.