The couple beside me on the beach yesterday ordered a picnic lunch. Not long after their lunch arrived so did a seagull. He was immediately joined by a rather talkative friend.
I couldn’t decide if the nagging bird was negotiating for his fair share of the leftovers, scolding the gull for his lack of aggressiveness, or trying to get his son more playing time on the local Little League baseball team. Whatever it was, he never let up.
Peace, people.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Praying for Eyebrowz 
It’s the almost-grown baby still asking for food. They do that until the parent finally chases them off to fend for themselves.
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