The beach isn’t a beach without seagulls. I love to see them there.
They follow the shrimp boats for morsels lying on the deck or pick up the things that are thrown overboard.
However, you can also find them in the parking lot of Chick-Fil-A.
No matter where you see them, they are scavenging for food.
They eat popcorn, Cheetoes, french-fries, and steal food from the hands of children. They eat anything and everything.
They remind me of my son and his friends.
There is never just one seagull. They act like homing pigeons and follow the others.
Among all the squawking and screaming while fighting for food,
they deposit their poop everywhere.
I once counted a million seagulls in the Wal-Mart parking lot before my son kicked them into the air. That’s the dangerous part- I’ve been the recipient of a poop bomb. It’s not a pretty thing.
My husband recounts when he was in his twenties, taking stale bread and scooping up the guano from car hoods or park benches, then throwing it up into the air.
The gulls would fight over it in starving abandon.
So, who’s worse, the pooper or the poop sandwich thrower?
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Have a great day.