Near the end of a long, lovely beach day, we were beyond relaxed. Until a loud splop! hit the sand right in front of us. I was jerked out of my reverie and looked to see what had dropped, what someone had thrown. What the what? It was a fish—a 6-inch perch or something. It’s raining fish?!? My other half said he saw a couple of crows and a couple of seagulls swooping it up, then they disappeared above our umbrella. And then the fish hit. They’d been battling it out, and the prize dropped. The sweet family near us came to have a look, then the dad took pics of his little boys posing proudly with the dead fish. So happy summer, you fish/crows/seagulls!
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