Garbage birds

          We sat
on the wide steps that led down to the beach and watched the gulls.  They could be quite brave in going after
food.

            “Garbage birds,” Mathew said.

            “Yeah, but it wouldn’t be the beach
without them,” I answered.

            Bobby held out a fry and a gull with
half his foot gone waddled over and yanked it from him.

            “Don’t, you’ll have them all over
here shitting on our heads,” Mathew said.

            We watched the gull’s attack the
trash cans swooping in when someone dropped any piece of food. A mother with three kids set her fries
on the step while she tried to get the kids seated and a gull swooped in and
knocked the tray over flinging fries everywhere.  In an instant it looked like the movie The
Birds.




Lisa Loomis (Boy in a Band--a novel) Available on Amazon