Seagulls Are Not My Friends
Posted on June 15, 2009
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Posted by Daria
Newport, Oregon, is a great coastal town, and our RV park for the night, the Port of Newport RV Park & Marina, is about as nice a parking lot-style RV park as you could expect. After strolling over to the Rogue Brewery for dinner (yes, we managed to find not one, but two RV parks in Oregon that were within a short stroll of a brewery; is this a great state or what?) I decide to work off dinner by checking out some of the marina docks and boats. Stan and Sierra opt to return to the RV.
So, I’m walking down one dock. It’s a long way to the end. As I approach it, I notice a few gulls perched on pilings nearby. One of them starts screeching at me—a high-pitched, shrill caw. The others just look.
I reach the end and turn back. Looking down at some metal beams arranged in a triangle shape (meant for some kind of dock maintenance) I spy a nest. Inside are three beautiful eggs, light olive with brownish spots, each about 2½ inches long. Wow, I think, paying no heed to the gull’s urgent cries.
Next thing, the gull swoops over my head and I feel a splatter all over my coat. I look down at tan streaks and smell an extremely fishy smell. I’m hit!
I call Stan. “I guess I am showering tonight. A gull just crapped on me.” When I get back to the RV, he and Sierra have the shower and laundry supplies ready. Fortunately, both were close by.
The next morning I head back to that pier, curious whether the birds are still hanging around. They are, and they fly back onto the pilings as I approach. I swear that the same gull is there, only what he screams now sounds like “Out! Out! Out!” Though I really want to shoot a photo of the nest, I’m not going to risk getting shat on a second time.
Moral: Never get between a gull and a nest. And always carry extra quarters for the laundry.
P.S. You may notice a striking resemblance between the gull pictured here and the suspect here. Coincidence? I think not.
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