While we are waiting for the fat man to fix the nice boat for the fifth time or so, I took this picture of sea gulls standing on posts. Why are there posts, you might ask. The posts, which are called pilings, are there for people to tie their boats to when they come ashore to get some food or grog or stuff. (If you don't know what grog is, ask your teaacher. She had some this weekend.) The sea gulls hang out here between bouts of fighting amongst themselves, cawing or flying around which is what they do all day. You can't eat sea gulls. They aren't like nice Pennsylvania grouse or turkeys, which taste good. Sea gulls live on fish, mussels and clams and whatever they can steal out of the garbage. As a consequence, they taste lousy. A guy told me that if you put a brick and a seagull in the oven at the same time the brick would be done first and taste better. He must have been crazy, but that was pretty funny. Too bad we can't eat them because they are EVERYWHERE! This place has so many sea gulls you can't even count them. Come to think of it, I might cook one to see if it's really that bad. Mmmm! come here, little sea gull! Pirate John wants to take you to dinner. Ha! Ha!
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