By Lisa Batten Kunkleman
An imperfect circle of dead fish littered the beach near the water’s edge. How sad. I asked another morning walker, “Do you think they were discarded by a surf-fisherman who was using them as bait?”
He lifted his brows while widening his eyes and said, “Either that or some sharks were out there having a good time.”
“I’ll go with my theory, but thanks for that,” I said as I smiled, turned, and continued my stroll. Beach walkers are such fun folks.
On my return trek toward my shady umbrella site, I could see from a distance, three seagulls enjoying a fish bait buffet. My smile flattened, as I witnessed a photographer get too close and off they flew. He took his camera and left. That’s what your zoom lens is for, Buddy.
I stayed back a ways and watched as one little white gull returned and snagged a bite, only to be scared away by a pack of runners pounding the sand. Poor little gull waded about eight feet away to wait out the traffic.
My mom would say, “Somebody left the gate open,” meaning traffic was heavy. Each time he got up the courage to move in for a taste, another runner zipped by. He retreated again to his safe spot in the shallow water.
I wanted to toss him a couple of slimy morsels but he would have flown for sure if I strode that close. The tide was going out but one rogue wave fell just barely far enough to pull back a few tiny, iridescent fish for him to snag and munch on. Nature ruled once again. The fish didn’t die in vain and the little gull had a lovely brunch. I wonder if his buddies were watching.
June 29, 2018 at 9:21 pm
I love watching gulls drop shellfish to break them open. Great photos.
June 29, 2018 at 10:21 pm
Thanks so much. They are fun to watch. Also fun to watch as they keep an eye on the human visitors. Those unsuspecting souls who toss out a potato chip and get swarmed. Or a Cheeto. That’ll get a full flock.
July 1, 2018 at 9:51 pm
My little sister always fed them despite my mother being annoyed by the noise . She called them seagles.
July 2, 2018 at 12:21 am
That’s funny. May start calling them that.
July 1, 2018 at 3:03 pm
I’m sure he’ll have found food afterwards, gulls are good at it. And he looks like he was saying “try my other side, how’s this?”
Some fish just get washed up. It’s sad.
July 1, 2018 at 5:17 pm
All true. And thanks for the follow. I’m very impressed with your skills. I’m a lover of historical anything. The Family historian and keeper of photos.
July 1, 2018 at 5:25 pm
Thanks! I look forward to reading more of your blog. I did my own family trees several years ago and also have a huge number of my own family photos.
July 1, 2018 at 8:05 pm
Ancestry is a guilty pleasure for me. I often find myself avoiding writing chasing little hints of a new relationship.
July 1, 2018 at 10:20 pm
Oh you and me both! I get so lost in research it’s like time travel that takes me well away from the present and immediate future!
July 2, 2018 at 12:24 am
Time travel. Sounds good to me. Hmmm
July 5, 2018 at 3:38 pm
Very nice read Lisa
July 5, 2018 at 4:05 pm
Thanks so much.
July 6, 2018 at 3:16 pm
You are welcome Lisa
February 16, 2019 at 3:31 pm
Love that you caught the one brave little gull. Great subject, too – people can be in their own little worlds sometimes, and probably didn’t even notice the gulls looking for their breakfast. Thank you, zoom lens!
February 16, 2019 at 4:03 pm
Thanks so much for taking time to read my tales. I appreciate the feedback as well. Gotta love nature.