Stavanger Bay seagulls

Blossom clumsily sat at her father’s feet, watching him like a hawk as he cracked open a pincer.

Her mouth dropped open. 

Eat does? She “whispered”, leaning towards her father like she was telling him a secret. But, her father had suggested it, and if her father suggested she could fly, she would have happily tried it.

So, she reached down, pulled the delicate meat into her mouth, and blinked as she chewed.

Mmmmm! She crooned happily, chewing a bit more aggressively on the piece she had, before swallowing.

Tas’good!