The Gulls

To me, the high pitched cry of the seagulls sounds like summer. I can't deny that I kind of like the white, yellow-beaked birds. But to all things, a flip side. When Chicago closes down beaches during those hot months, there is usually a seagull to blame. They will dive bomb any good natured Dorito muncher, climb into the lap of someone sipping a frappuchino, and scream into the ear of anyone who looks willing to share that peanut butter sandwich. But don't give in kids, because those birds return the favor straight to earth and it hits the water causing the beach-closing avian e coli. Fun fact: Each spring the city sprays thousands of gull eggs with corn oil which deprives the egg of oxygen and renders it compost.