I was carrying a plastic bag, collecting plastic trash on the beach.The gulls must have thought it was old bread, or some other unwise addition to their diet; they mobbed me. This one could not be convinced I had nothing for her and followed me, glaring at me and my selfishness.
"Come on, share the goodies!"
After the recent stormy weather, the beach was littered with scraps. I made three trips up to the park to dump my bag of trash in less than half an hour.