Blue skies means a walk to the dock. We took along some old bread to feed the seagulls and Jacob was nice enough to share with another little girl so the two of them had a grand time watching all the commotion as the gulls fought for the scraps. We decided that gulls have no manners and that we would love to be able to glide in the wind the way they do.
Oh...and notice the leaves across the bay as they are slowly turning from green to gold.
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