While walking the 'Northwest Arm' trail at the park on Monday I could hear a lot of squealing.
I looked out and saw that it was a flock of seagulls having their late afternoon snack.
A local fisherman had come in and by the looks of it was cleaning his 'catch'.
And the seagulls were the beneficiaries of the entrails.
I remember when I was a kid, a neighbour would bring myself and a friend through this
stretch of water and out beyond the harbour to catch haddock.
The seagulls would 'sit and wait' until we began to clean the fish.
Then the squealing would begin!! We would throw the entrails into the air
and it would never hit the water. There was a hierarchy amongst them.
The oldest and the strongest would get their share first, then the weaker and the youngsters.
The way it should be, right?
By the time I made it to the top of the trail, it appeared the fisherman was done.
He made an 'about turn' and headed for home. Which I assumed was not too far from here.
Fishing season has begun once again I Nova Scotia.