We walked to the point of Honeymoon Island once, you and I, and you laughed at the signs that said DO NOT FEED THE BIRDS and fed them anyway; that cloud of black and white gulls floating in front of you wingtip to wingtip, eyes bright with menace. Some things can only be learned when they are lived, and not read, taught by seagulls running us ragged for the crumbs of Triscuits left in the box.
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Oh how I love seagulls, especially feeding them! http://bullrunwritings.blogspot.com/2013/01/colonial-beach-manassas-battlefield.html
Like Hitchcock’s “The birds”. Creepy.
The gulls and pigeons along the waterfront here are very aggressive from being fed. They’ve learned to jump on a plate and flip it out of hands and then grab the food. They also rummage in people backpacks on the beach and drag food from coolers. Clever birds.
They are smart. Good for them
The ones in Florida were tough.
The present catches up with the past, breathes it and breathes life into it! Shall we call this “return journey”, mentally, that is? Lovely poem.
Thanks, Noel!
“Some things can only been learned when they are lived” True, indeed. This poem is so vivid and wistful. Love it, Susan.
Thanks, Adriene!
rofl, I can so picture this.