Lots of Room on the Beach

Bob's Laughing Gull

We bundled up, picked up a couple of Subway sandwiches, and headed to Pass-a-Grille for the sunset. Bob decided to walk with his sandwich and talk to us, with his back to the water. He quickly made friends with a laughing gull, and (not being much of a crust eater) he illegally started dropping chunks of bread, which were quickly scarfed up by the bird.

The gull's many friends soon arrived and circled Bob's head, screeching noisily for a handout. He soon looked like the Birdman of Alcatraz, though less serene. In fact, not serene at all. Maybe it was more like a scene out of Hitchcock's The Birds. The wind was blowing so hard that I didn't dare put my own sandwich down to take a picture.

Marilyn and Bob sat huddled on the park bench, looking as though they were going to dump me to wait in the car. However, they pressed on and we stayed until the sun dropped into the gulf. People scurried off the beach and it was soon quiet again, except for the odd evening walker.