As I mentioned yesterday, an enterprising birder had brought a salmon filet which the gulls were most interested in.
It would sidle up to steal a nibble here and there, occasionally slipping on the ice...
or darting in when the bickering escalated into a full-blown battle royale.
Eventually the mix of Herring (with a few Thayer's and Kumlien's-ish birds) got up their courage and started dominating the hand-out.
At times it would sneak in low to the ground to grab a small bill-full, very much adopting the posture of a jackal at a lion kill on the National Geo specials we all grew up with.
Oops, too close.
Once bitten, twice shy.