Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Sunday Brunch. Now With Feathers!

Here's a gross story for you.

I wound up working this past Sunday. Not my usual, but I'm a nice guy and I agreed to fill in for someone. Anyway, I ride my bike in and pull up to our quiet building. I roll up to the bike rack and look over to see a seagull looking at me. You know how they are. Always giving the evil eye. Head tilted, beak at the ready ... it makes me nervous.

I go about the business of locking up my bike and look up to see the seagull has something in it's mouth. I can't figure it out at first but then I see. It's a dead bird. There's this one in the seagull's mouth and two more on the ground. Apparently a bunch of little birds from the neighborhood had a run-into-the-building-windows party. It surprisingly resulted in a bunch of broken necks. Idiots. Anyway, this seagull had a sparrow in its mouth. Then the seagull tilts its head back and swallows the thing down. Pretty much one big gulp and it was gone. It may as well have been a piece of bread or a crab or a french fry. But it was a bird. A small bird, but a bird nonetheless. Pretty much cannibalism. Nasty!

The seagull gives me another stare and hops to another dead bird, scoops him up and gulps him down. At this point I decided enough was enough and I walked over that way and the seagull flew off with his two bird lunch. I'm sure it came back for the last bird but at least I didn't have to see it.

Upon looking through photos on Google, I see that it could have been worse. Still, something about that gulping those little birds down whole is creepy to me.

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