When I woke up the house was silent except for the quiet swoosh of the waves outside. My bedroom overlooks the ocean and each morning I wake up to the sound of seagulls screeching over who gets the old sand-covered sandwich, the chip packet that still has some crumbs or some-other piece of abandoned food. Sometimes I think they squawk just for the sake of waking me up really early. I don’t mind though. I like the stillness of my house before my family wakes up. During the day my mum and dad’s arguing gets so loud that even hiding under your doona and turning your iPod up full blast can’t block it out. My sister Kristy doesn’t even stay at the house. She is always at parties or at her friend’s house doing up her bouncy blonde hair and talking about boys. I can’t stick boys, especially my little brother Angus. He has scruffy brown hair and his face is usually sporting some disgusting accessory like dry snot or smeared vegemite. Usually I escape the house like Kristy does; only I don’t go to friend’s houses or the shopping centre, I run down to the beach.
Still deciding what should happen next, any idea???
All they do is squawk, eat crap, and get protected by the government
Money is tight this year but a mate has got me a day ticket to go to the local council landfill so we can go on the scrounge, tobbacco companies dump their cast offs there. So there is good scrounging to be had. But i’m not going for the scrounge i’m bringing an air rifle. Is seagull a good alternative to turkey? and does anyone know what the cooking guidlines are?
What are some descriptive words for seagulls flying?
