A bag of 2012 bait, filled with chunks of salmon carcass, gave rise to a fun photo op when I cleaned out the freezer.
One gull spotted me walking out the salon door with ziploc in hand. Was he sitting at the fish-cleaning station across the fairway, waiting for a free lunch?
A second seagull arrived to drive off gull #1 and bullied his way up to the defrosting salmon frames.
Then the air filled with squawking, diving, feisty birds as they all asserted their claim to this fishy treasure.
No contact or actual combat occurred - it all appeared to be posturing and complaining as the dominant birds swooped in and the others scattered.
Hey!!! who invited the seal?
That did it, one seal mouthful and the party was over.