Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!
– Fish Supper –
Every summer, the teenage seagulls throng on Brighton beach, swamping the holidaymakers and the hung-over hen parties.
They are literally stretching their wings, shunned by their exhausted parents who have finally decided that their offspring need to fend for themselves.
The beach visitors are rich pickings; careless and sun-drenched, their paper-wrapped fish and chips are just too tempting for the adolescent birds to resist. Swooping, beaks wide open to claim their prize, they dive and wheel among flailing arms, triumphant as they soar towards the sun, tasty morsels already halfway down their gullets.
Every year, new birds. Every year, new holidaymakers. The birds learn – the humans make the same mistakes.
Food for thought!
Click on the blue froggy below to read others’ offerings!
30 thoughts on “Fish Supper – Friday Fictioneers”
Excellent, and so true. 🙂
Thank you! Yes, every year it happens, like a dance of nature….
I do it the easy way. I put it all on the table on my balcony and then take photos 🙂
Nice perspective…a bird’s eye view of…humans. 🙂
Not only do the humans make the same mistakes, they also make new ones.
Yes – as long as we learn, that’s fine. If we don’t, well…
So who or which are the bird brains? 🙂
A very good question! 🙂
Well done Freya, great statement about us never to learn humans.
Thank you! We can be our own worst enemies…
Wryly done Freya. Enjoyed this.
Thank you, Sandra.
A lovely perspective.
Very well done.
Thank you so much!
And the circles they go round and round. Nice one.
Thank you, Rochelle.
Nice meditation on the rite of summer at Brighton Beach.
There are many more, I can confirm as an observer who stands by, pen in hand!
I now want some fish and chips 😉
Go on… give in to the temptation! 🙂
Its on my list for the weekend..probably Friday.
Love where you went with this, Freya. I can relate, and love the final line… should make us all think, about more than picnics. Interesting, one of the posts I read had a character named Freya!
Thank you so much! Freya – it’s a good name… 🙂
Very interesting thought – well-described!
You’ve described both parties well!