Flock of seagulls?
And here I am at the beach! “Beach” isn’t the first thing I think of when I think of Connecticut, but here I am nonetheless. Andrea picked me up at Jeremy’s and we left kinda quickly – I hope the dog’s okay. She ran around for awhile in the afternoon, so she should be all right. Er, the dog, not Andrea.
Mental note: First thing to do when entering someone’s house is to ask what to do if I want to leave for awhile.
Anyway, after a scenic trip through southern CT, we arrived at Rocky Neck Beach, or Point, or something. No, Beach; this place isn’t terribly Point-like. Pointesque. Ish. Um. What it is is covered in seagulls! There are about eighty of the critters littering the beach, looking for handouts. Or waiting for unattended food, as was the case when one crafty gull nabbed someone’s bag of chips and scattered them everywhere, bringing all his friends around to feast.
Strange. I lived next to the beach most of my life, and spent a good amount of time there as a youngster, but I never really paid much mind to the seagulls. They’re not like the geese I would watch on the back lawn of the building I worked in for BU. There’s very little community here, but that’s probably due to their scavenger nature. I can’t tell if they’re in the same flock. Can’t even tell if they’re all seagulls. Some are grey and white with yellow bills and legs, others are mottled brown with brownish bills and legs. Some are tiny, some are huge. But they all love potato chips!
This is a nice beach, even if it’s bordered on one side by an Amtrak line. Andrea’s taking a nap right now (she and Jamie returned from their anniversary trip to Vegas last night), and then I guess it’s back to Jeremy’s house.
Oh! I got a laptop, too! So, well, that’s cool. I guess I should go ahead and actually make the website, huh?