Seagulls in Venice

Dear Blog, 

There is a different type of breed of seagulls that populate Venice. 

A couple, nervous in the presence of the seagull

These seagulls are so loud, so bold, confident, cocky, rude, and driven they should be classified as another bird all together. 

Seagulls of the Venetian variety. 

A short story: My first morning in Venice I was woken up at approximately 5:27 AM to what I thought was screaming. It stopped after a minute or two so I went back to bed. I was woken up again at 5:42 AM to more screaming. I thought it was some drunk who was pissed off or something. Who else would be screaming at 5 AM? Why isn't anyone quieting them down? Still, It went on. I closed our shutters and our windows and went back to bed. 

Muffled screaming made its way through the cracks in our windows. It was a scream of agony, of pain. Turns out it wasn't a scream at all. It was the squawk of the Venetian seagull. I don't really know how to describe the sound, they sound like an old tired man who just tore a ligament.

Another short story: I saw a woman calmly feeding some pigeons, a sweet scene. Then a seagull swoops in and starts squawking and screaming around. Obviously pissed off that it didn't get the breadcrumb treatment. After a minute of the seagulls rampage, the lady throws a fat chunk over to it. It pecks at it. Tosses it away. Squawks in the lady's face and flies away. What a bitch! 

They swoop waaaaaaaay too close while we are walking. They are too comfortable. I've seen too many videos of seagulls snatching food right out of people's hands! They need to be humbled. I've been done wrong by so many seagulls. So many sandwiches, chips, strawberry cartons ruined at the hands of the seagull. I have beef with seagulls.