We drove to Rhode Island to catch a few waves, because all the beaches around us are apart of the Long Island Sound = no waves. The water was so warm...it was awesome and very unusual; the northern Atlantic has always been pretty cold from what I remember. We played Frisbee, body surfed, Seth enjoyed watching me flip out because I kept steeping on those huge clams ( I had got pinched by a crab and that got me all worked up:), I read the "Kite Runner" and Seth of course studied Fantasy Football magazines.
What I enjoyed the most was watching the seagulls eat the clams....it was like I had my very own discovery channel on the beach ( I was doing the commentary in my head). The gulls would pick up those huge clams in their mouth, and then fly up 30ft or so and drop them trying to crack them open. Then there were other sly little gulls that would wait for the other seagull to do the hard work of flying up, and they would just wait at the bottom an steal the clam that just got broken open. Very Cool!!! I was freaking out because I thought they were going to try to crack the clams on my head....if you looked over the beach it looked like Pop-Goes-The-Weasel....pop...pop...pop....seagulls would fly up and drop clams.
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