I was sitting in my car, minding my own business while eating a cheeseburger and enjoying the beautifully warm weather when the shrieking began.
I turned my attention to a fight brewing just outside my car window. About a dozen sea gulls were in the parking lot, circling a McDonald’s bag left by some careless litterer. They picked at it, screeching in excitement, and apparently attracted the attention of a murder of crows from the overhanging tree tops. The crows, smelling the crack-laced french fry crumbs, came down to investigate.
This angered the sea gulls, who were all in an uproar and basically freaking out. The final straw was when one of the crows dragged the fast food bag away where he and his friends descended upon it.
It was a fight of Hatfield – McCoy proportions. There was cawing and gnashing of beaks. The sea gulls signaled for reinforcements, their loud shrieks disrupting a library assistant’s otherwise quiet lunch break.
Soon, all but one crow abandoned the cardboard box that used to cradle a cheesy quarter pounder. He stood his ground with the determination of Jim Bowie at the Alamo’s final stand before a vast army of sea gulls, hungry for burger bits. I wondered what would happen to this lone crow, clearly outnumbered while his cowardly buddies cawed from the safety of their tree.
Suddenly, as if some invisible force beckoned them onward, the entire group took wing, disappearing into the blue sky above the Golden Arches. I sat quiet for a moment before putting the car in gear and heading back to work.
*Based on a true story*