Wanda Louise can certainly say don't get us started about feeding the seagulls, but I'm afraid I just can't let it go so - sorry to say - I'm going to get into it. If just the thought of feeding seagulls gives you the heebie jeebies, then feel free to look away for a paragraph or two.
So, there we are camped in our usual spot, exactly a one mile beach walk to the pier. As usual we are scanning the beach for anything that might need our attention. At the very limit of our range (we assume the lifeguard two beach accesses away has his end covered) we see a flock of seagulls swarming (I mean SWARMING!) around a baby. This is so alarming we send the kids to investigate (she was crawling so it certainly didn't require us to get out of the chairs).
They jogged over, took mental note of the situation, and jogged back. Their report: the mom is feeding the seagulls by throwing crackers around the baby and taking pictures!!!!! We are, to say the very least, disgusted. Other than the evil glares we sent, we were not sure what to do. Our conclusion, if it happened again, we will would stroll by having a loud casual conversation about pathogens, bacterial and viral infections and maybe some web references to diseases caused by seagulls (there are plenty, just google it).
Should you see Facebook postings of this poor child, please post with some of those web references so that this does not interrupt our beach sitting and this child's future psychiatrist sessions. For the record, we (and the Pales) are relentless about eating 100% of our snacks and NOT sharing with the gulls.
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