When I was a child there were only seven world wonders. Now, I believe, there are more. I have no idea where this one ranks, but for me it would make the top ten.
No, I am not talking about the ocean, although it is pretty amazing. (Somebody please cue Neil Diamond) I'm talking about this:
Anyone out there old enough to remember Richard Bach's "Jonathan Livingston Seagull"? Please don't jump to conclusions. I am not yet at that wonder about which I was talking. (my English teacher would be so proud.)
We saw some gigantic seagulls on the North Carolina Beach last week. In fact, we almost had a Hitchcockian "The Birds" moment when some hungry feathered "friends" went for the cracker crumbs Colonel Mustard (our littlest Sprittle) was dribbling onto the towel. I want to assure you that swift action by Principessa and Beautiful Mommy avoided the unthinkable.
(shameless grandbaby plug.)
We took great delight in throwing bits of bread to the seagulls on Galveston Island during our jaunts to the beach in my childhood. Imagine playing frisbee with a dog and substitute bread for the frisbee and a bird for the dog.
So, I am not a stranger to seagulls. (*reader alert* I am finally getting to the subject at hand!) What I don't understand, though, is why I would find a bunch of seagulls hovering over a Sheetz parking lot on a busy street corner in the middle of Pennsylvania.
Why is the word "sea" part of their name when they can be found away from it? For me that qualifies as a world wonder.
At least, I'm still wondering.