Don’t feed the wildlife

Spring Break for me, as I'm sure it did for many of you, brought a plethora of beach antics and good times. My friends and I discovered the hard way that once you start feeding seagulls, you don't stop. A few chip crumbs here and there eventually led to full on kamikaze bird attacks. But even though I am moderately terrified of the quarter sized poop bombs this species is so fond of dropping, I can't help but tip my head back and smile at the pure freedom that floats through the air on their wings.

Spring Break for me, as I'm sure it did for many of you, brought a plethora of beach antics and good times. My friends and I discovered the hard way that once you start feeding seagulls, you don't stop. A few chip crumbs here and there eventually led to full on kamikaze bird attacks. But even though I am moderately terrified of the quarter sized poop bombs this species is so fond of dropping, I can't help but tip my head back and smile at the pure freedom that floats through the air on their wings. Photo by Britney McIntosh | Staff