Well - yes.
The screech of the gull as it wheels overhead.
The whisk of their wings as they turn and twist on the air.
Then they swoop for the bread as she throws it up.
A loud and ravenous mass of beaks and birds as they snatch and tear at the loaf.
Then as quickly as they came, they go.
Landing just out of reach on the tarn and wait for the next meal to arrive.
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