The flock swoops down and around
scanning the crowd and parking lot
ground
for bits of discarded popcorn and
treats.
After their circling completes, they
perch again,
and wait for when the next crowd
leaves.
Seagulls line the top edge of our
cinema.
A special adaptation of a lower leg
claw
enables them to sit and roost on high
ledges
without being blown off. They wait
for litterbugs to provide for their
fledges.
They are clever. They learn and
remember.
They are carnivores, and scavengers,
opportunistic highly adaptable feeders.
They
are our
garbage men with wings
waiting for edibles somebody flings.
Their
practice of
kleptoparasitism
works both with
whales and human beings.
They thrive by the
sea, and in the city.
But are these cinephile city birds,
or just junk food addict converts?
By: Paula Dean Nevison
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