The crowds arrive! I've always wondered about these meetings of gulls. Dozens more arrived as if there was an appointed time and place for a big meeting.
Where are all the humans?
Looking towards Ventura, not a soul on the beach.
Looking toward the harbor, a lone beach walker.
Then just as I was leaving, this happened. A crowd of middle schoolers, struggling to set up beach umbrellas in the stiff wind. Flying projectile alert on Hollywood Beach today. Don't get stabbed by a beach umbrella.
Oh, and god bless the chaperones.
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I swear- the gulls pre-arrange meetings. And if you'll notice, there usually seems to be one who is addressing the crowd. I have been observing this my entire life and that's the only explanation I have.
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