Wherein an unemployed reporter tries to catch as many fish as possible in a futile quest to avoid thinking about the dismal state of journalism or his dwindling bank balance
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
The wild parrots of Telegraph Hill got nothing on these birds
Okay, maybe they do. But you must admit: the gulls of San Francisco Bay look more dignified--majestic even--when they're not battling over a raw chicken neck.
Okay, maybe they do. But you must admit: the gulls of San Francisco Bay look more dignified--majestic even--when they're not battling over a raw chicken neck. 
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