BLITEOTW 2009
Jun. 12th, 2009 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mistymasseyI wish my camcorder battery had held - if only you could have seen this! Having all those gulls on the porch staring at the house was driving me batty. I knew it was dangerous, but I snapped a little. I thawed some ground beef from the freezer, crumbled it into a bowl and carefully opened the glass door and the hurricane shutter. The gulls turned their rotting heads toward me, so I moved as slowly as I could manage. Taking a handful of meat, I tossed it over the railing. Dead gulls react just like live gulls when they think food is being thrown...half a dozen of them fell over the side to the ground, chasing after the meat. I threw more, drawing their attention away from the door enough that I could step out a little farther. They were pecking at the meat, and at each other. It was truly disgusting. I wasn't sure exactly where I was planning to go with this plan, but I kept moving. Until I heard a strange sound above me. I looked up. Gulls were sitting on the roof, staring down at me. Suddenly I realized the position I'd put myself in, and started to shake. A few of the gulls had closed in between me and the door, and I was in real trouble.
I closed my eyes, and dumped the rest of the meat over the railing. And I heard a shriek. The pelicans! Pelicans patrol up and down the island all day long, usually not bothering the gulls. But apparently whatever had happened to the gulls hadn't affected the pelicans at all. They dove toward the house, scattering the wingless gulls from the roof. They thudded to the porch around me. I leaped over their stunned bodies and got back inside the house. Watching through the glass, I saw the pelicans scooping undead gulls in their pouches and flying off. Maybe we'll get out of this after all. With the help of the pelicans.
I closed my eyes, and dumped the rest of the meat over the railing. And I heard a shriek. The pelicans! Pelicans patrol up and down the island all day long, usually not bothering the gulls. But apparently whatever had happened to the gulls hadn't affected the pelicans at all. They dove toward the house, scattering the wingless gulls from the roof. They thudded to the porch around me. I leaped over their stunned bodies and got back inside the house. Watching through the glass, I saw the pelicans scooping undead gulls in their pouches and flying off. Maybe we'll get out of this after all. With the help of the pelicans.
