Lilly and I went to the beach for my birthday. Instead of the usual seashell collecting she decided to share her peanuts with a bird. He looked like he had sprained his wing as he was tucking it in and higher then the other. He was a fighter when the others came in and almost ate out of Lilly's hand. I made her throw it on the ground to be safe. In the end there must have been fifty birds on the beach in front of us since we were the only ones out there with food. It felt a little like Alfred Hitchcock's, The Birds.
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