(I was browsing back through Rivka's journal and ran across this; I know it's way old.)
Many years ago, Dale and I were walking through a shopping center parking lot in Knoxville, Tennessee, when a couple of birds swooped by.
"What the heck," I said, "those looked like seagulls, but surely not! We're nowhere near the ocean!"
"You're right," Dale said, "they do look like seagulls. I wonder if they got blown off-course by the storm? Maybe they're confused by the wet asphalt and think it looks like water?"
Several hours later, Dale turned to me with that "Duh, I coulda had a V8!" look on his face and said, "Of *course* they're gulls! They follow the trash barges up the river."
Yep. Gulls. Trash barges. Rivers. Boy howdy, did I feel like an idiot. (But at least I wasn't screaming at him.)
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Many years ago, Dale and I were walking through a shopping center parking lot in Knoxville, Tennessee, when a couple of birds swooped by.
"What the heck," I said, "those looked like seagulls, but surely not! We're nowhere near the ocean!"
"You're right," Dale said, "they do look like seagulls. I wonder if they got blown off-course by the storm? Maybe they're confused by the wet asphalt and think it looks like water?"
Several hours later, Dale turned to me with that "Duh, I coulda had a V8!" look on his face and said, "Of *course* they're gulls! They follow the trash barges up the river."
Yep. Gulls. Trash barges. Rivers. Boy howdy, did I feel like an idiot. (But at least I wasn't screaming at him.)