Once upon the waterfront, a seagull perched on the 14th Street Pier:
He chose his perch carefully: right next to the faucet the fishermen use to clean their catch. If any of them caught anything -- sea bass, bluefish, eel --he'd get a piece of the action.
There was plenty to watch while he waited for lunch. Helicopters:
Small planes:
and, of course, other seagulls:
But he could see those any time he took to the air. As he waited, his thoughts on fish, his attention turned to the water. He saw sailing sloops:
and catamarans:
He looked downright forlorn as the ferries sped by him:
And since the fishing poles nearby didn't seem to be getting even a nibble...
The seagull decided to do some sailing himself:
It was fun for awhile, but eventually, the seagull decided to fly to Manhattan for lunch instead:
