New and Improved Sea Gulls

The SconeLady's husband has expressed a change of opinion toward the sea gulls in St Ives. He has said that the sea gulls in St Ives are his friends, that the sea gulls in St Ives no longer dive bomb, and that the sea gulls in St Ives are basically 'chill'. 

I begged to differ.

But even I had begun to think kinder thoughts about the creatures, this trip. They seemed to have become new and improved versions of their former evil selves, and I thought perhaps they had repented.

We bought chicken sandwiches today for lunch, and I was headed toward a covered beach bench to consume them. But my husband carried his toward the uncovered Wharf benches to eat. I balked.

"You want to eat on the benches?"

"Sure! Why not? The sea gulls are my friends." And he sat down to unwrap that darling gem of a chicken sandwich on white bread, with salad, mayo, and sweet chili sauce. The best sandwich in town.

I took a couple of pictures and a video or two as a bold sea gull eyed my husband. It stood stock still on the Wharf, concentrating on the eating man. When it hopped and flew up to settle on the rubbish bin, just feet from the sandwich, another tourist began filming as my husband ate. Nothing horrible happened until I stopped filming. Then suddenly - WHAM!!! It struck.

General consternation exploded around us. That cheeky bird carried its bootie from my husband's hand, screeching at the surrounding sea gull posse who wanted bites. And the videotaping man? He was nowhere to be seen. Too bad! I would have liked to make his acquaintance.

Many men would utterly abandon the lowly sea gulls of St Ives after such rude behavior. But this man probably won't. This man, once a friend, is always a friend.

See you along the way!

the SconeLady