Brett is the best husband in the entire world. Really, he is. Sorry, ladies. Hard news to know the best is already taken I know ;) Anyway, that's not really the point of this blog. That's just what I think of when I remember the romantic picnic Brett and I shared in Corpus Christi this past Sunday. We flew in for an evening event and had time for lunch before arriving at the church.
Side note: If you've never eaten at a Whataburger, try one out! (Thanks, Smitty!) Their takeout can serve as your impromptu picnic meal :D
So Brett found a lovely grassy knoll for us to relax on as we ate our fries and burgers. Honestly, it really was one of the most beautiful scenes I've stared at for a long time. As most of PA is still locked in the dead days of winter, this little overlook by the water seemed even more vivid! The picture honestly doesn't do it justice.
So off to the left was a peninsula of sandbags jutting out into the water. I think there were 5, maybe 6 gulls hanging out there when we arrived. And they were several yards from us. In fact, they kind of added to the tropical atmosphere! But pretty soon, their little group started growing...and moving.
Initially, just 1 or 2 were brave enough to fly over to us. But they weren't really annnoying. Brett and I were amused just watching them see how close they dared to fly. As long as they didn't poop on me, I was good. ...Though that fear never really left my mind.
But pretty soon, they whole flock moved from the sandbags to the grass right beside us. And the group had grown to about 20. There was this one loudmouth gull that kept alerting others of the feast. Why? I have no idea. He certainly had no intention of sharing. But neither did I, so it was all good.
Soon, we finished everything but a few fries, and Brett gets the genius idea to toss one out toward the water. Really, it was genius. Otherwise, I wouldn't have a story to write. I expected the birds to jump up and dive for the fry, and they did. But I didn't expect the whole crew (which had now grown to like 25 or 30) to turn around and hover in mid-air, just staring at us! Eventually, they flew around and over our heads to land in the grass again. But, of course, I had to join the fun, too!
We tossed out food until our fries were gone, and each time the whole clan just faced us and waited, hoping for more. I wish I had been able to get a panoramic shot to capture just how many birds were staring us down. You know, gulls are pretty small birds, but a whole group 5 feet from your face? A little intimidating!
We tried having another romantic moment by laying down, closing our eyes, and basking in the sunshine for a few more minutes. But I just kept imagining a seagull coming up and pecking at my hair. Not sure I ever really did relax.
Either way, I got a fun story. And I guess our picnic turned out to be more of a romantic comedy :)
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