You're sitting on a bench near the seafront on a British seaside
summer holiday. A persistent mizzling rain has dampened
the appeal of the mini golf course, and a scolding wind
whipping off the incoming tide turns the tips of the grey
waves a grubby white. Determined to make the most of this
unpromising scenario, you are defiantly holding a bag of chips
from the seafront chip-shop. To complete this tableau, a bold
and fearsome-looking gull eyes your snack with evil intent,
waddling around you as others wheel and cry overhead. This
fearless bandit will most likely be a herring gull.
For most of us, when we say seagull, this is the one we are
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