Each year, our vacation seems to correspond with the horseshoe crab egg laying.  Aside from having an endless barrage of stranded crabs for my girls to rescue, we also have gulls.  Lots and lots of gulls gorging themselves on the eggs.

My girls are delighted by the birds.  They are always certain that this will be the year that they will catch a gull.  So they sneak, they run, the try surprise attacks, and each of their failures ends in hysterical giggling as the birds wings are ruffling their hair while they lazily take wing and land a few yards away.  The whole capture attempt beings anew.

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