Richelle Kosar in her novel The Drum King has her narrator-protagonist observe the birds:
Gulls were circling across the radiant clouds with wild, faraway cries. It struck me how beautiful and graceful they appeared at a distance; you could almost forget how ugly and aggressive they became when they were up close squawking and trying to snatch a piece of your sandwich. If they always remained remote they might be legendary creatures, symbolic of freedom, mystery and romance.
Quite in keeping with the character that a good measure of distance offers a favourable judgement.
And so for day 742