Don’t Feed The Seagulls


They will swarm, even for Evelyn’s banana puffs. She had a grand old time watching the mass horde descend for their feeding. Evelyn cheered them on and clapped, pointing with enthusiasm, and, if not connecting my tossing of her puffs and the horde, yelling “Dah-Dee! Dah-Dee!” with as much glee as she could.

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Erick Erickson


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