I am not a big fan of birds. Their beady little eyes, talons, and beaks all seem to be conspiring to attack Jon. Not to mention they can fly. Oh, and the screaching, the awful, awful screaching. This particular swarm of seagulls was happy to impede my path down the riverwalk via screaching, staring me down, and flying about my head. I almost ignored them and kept walking, but their alarm grew and grew until it forced a retreat, successfully defending their brood without bloodshed. Enjoy, jon
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