The atmosphere in the park across the street from my house is usually relaxed and friendly.
But as soon as somebody starts feeding the ducks, the airborne rats fly in:
They immediately start attacking the ducks that have managed to get some food:
A battle develops, waves are made, and the ducks flee towards dry land:
Once all the ducks have fled the water, the seagulls wade ashore, evil intentions all over their faces:
The ducks that have food try to swallow it as fast as they can:
Those that aren't quick enough are attacked by seagulls that simply fly into them:
When the hurlyburly's done, the seagulls insist on sticking around, being very loud and ill-tempered:
They even managed to grab part of my sandwich.
Down with seagulls, I say.