We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A reader sends us a pic of an immature Herring Gull in New England, with a big barnacle-covered Blue Mussel. He'll fly up with it 20 or 30 feet and drop it on rocks or asphalt until it cracks open.
unfortunately, in addition to pavement and rocks, they also drop them on cars. sat in a train station lot on LI once in my youth and watched gulls trash Jags, M-Bs, and Beemers. was quite interesting actually
That's how you can tell if it's really a bird flu epidemic --if you open the door and see the neighbors are all outside pooping on each other's windshields
I spent some time in Freeport, Maine this last summer. We stayed at a campgrounds right on the shore of Casco Bay. At low tide we walked on the beach and walked out on some very large rock outcrops that are nearly covered at high tide. I was born and raised in New England, but my wife is from Chicago. She was amazed to find the rocks covered with broken clam shells. I explained this very phenomena to her.