The Glaucous gull, certainly the noisiest, and perhaps the biggest, and no shortage of them. They drop their prospective meal from a good height onto the rocky shore.
The backs of the wings on the gull are practically transparent as they thin out. One helluva action photo, Wayne. Every gull I see reminds me of a 2001 trip my youngest son, wife, and I made across Michigan*s Upper Peninsula. We were at the lighthouse park at the northernmost tip of Michigan*s Lower Peninsula, at Mackinaw City. We two guys were sitting on a picnic bench watching a woman make the grave mistake of feeding a single gull. . . once. By the time she made it to her car, possibly 50 yards away, she was literally hidden in a cloud of these birds. I flashed back to a theater in 1963, watching Alfred Hitchcock*s, *The Birds*. Oh. Oh. I just did it again. Just now.
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