Last night for dinner I decided to have a little picnic on the beach. I picked up a subway sandwich (turkey in honor of Thanksgiving) and sat on the beach to eat. I was down to the last bite. I lifted it up to my lips when a seagull flew over my head, dragged his feet through my bangs and flew off with the last of my sandwich. It was at my lips. One moment I was popping it in my mouth and a nanosecond later it was gone. Was he psyching himself up for the attack the whole time I ate? When I got to the last bite was he thinking - if she puts that in her mouth there will be nothing left for me? This is my moment! Go!???? Bad Seagull. I named him Gibson.
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I guess seagulls need thanksgiving too. Glad you weren't alone for the Holiday.
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