The Harrowing Tale of Gull and Girl...
In my travels as an amateur wildlife photographer, I have scouted the far reaching corners of my neighborhood with my iPhone camera. One day, the Serengeti (and a nicer camera.)
Today, South Cove, Mission Bay.
Word to the wise: seagulls are not to be messed with.
I spotted this feathered "friend" perched on a rock by the shore and decided I needed a picture. As soon as I approached, he objected. Angry squawking in seagull tongue ensued. It went something like this:
|moments before the attack|
Me: But sir, I only wish to photograph your pale feathers in the fading light. I mean you no harm.
Gull: Foolish girl! Leave your turkey sandwich and go!
Me: You are but a small bird, and I am a girl. You do not scare me.
Gull: You underestimate me, silly girl child!
To which he flapped his wings at me, took off into the sky, circled twice overhead while squawking profanities...and proceeded to dive bomb me!!
I stared him down as long as I thought was smart, but I decided I'd rather not have a beak to the eye. I ducked just in time for him to swoop inches above my head. I must have looked ridiculous running from an angry bird.
|pelican peanut gallery|
Seagull: one; Me: zero (plus a grainy photo)
|sky pond--my consolation prize|