Thanksgiving Pt. 2 (or why everyone should love folk music and beware of seagulls)

So in my last post I mentioned that my family spent thanksgiving on the beach and it was wonderful. I shall continue along that vein in this post and conclude this series in the next.

So as I mentioned... I was kayaking and enjoying life. The lake was beautiful- the water was crystal clear and stiller than I have ever seen. As I drifted over a shallow section I was stunned by the clear view of the rocky bottom. (Normally it is too wavy for me to notice.) The view really made me think of the song Your Rocky Spine by the Great Lake Swimmers. I took some video clips and made a nice little music video for the song with them- I shall attempt to load it but it might prove difficult since the file is rather large so if it doesn't work/ doesn't appear in this post you will just have to satisfy yourself with this Youtube vid I pulled from the band's channel. Then if you like what you hear you should go buy their cd because good music should be celebrated and enjoyed.

Anyways while I was taking videos and humming folk songs I didn't notice a more sinister threat looming on the horizon. I must have upset a seagull* without realizing it until I noticed a seagull flying over me... and noticed something falling from underneath it. Like I did, you may have already assumed that the contents of this missile were the digested remains of the birds last meal. (My Dad doesn't call the birds shithawks for nothing.) However as I paddled out of the way of the plummeting projectile I heard the distinct plopping noise of a stone. That is right the irritated bird not only aimed for me, it chose to arm itself with a stone as a weapon. I was grateful the bird didn't have very good aim, and kinda shocked that it happened at all.

They may appear innocent but BEWARE!

*my apologies to my friends and readers with ornithological leanings. I do know that those birds most people commonly refer to as seagulls are often herring gulls or glaucous winged gulls or could also be several other kinds of gulls. I however do not know how to tell the difference. Nor do I at this point in time have an overwhelming urge to learn to distinguish these creatures. You shall just have to be satisfied with the fact that I now know that the speckled brown ones aren't the females but are really just the immature birds.