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We woke to a good bit of fog on our first morning back in Newport.

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Of course we’re those annoying resort neighbors who are up at 4:30:-5:00am to start the day so we often beat the sun.

As we sat on the balcony with tea and coffee, a friend was making his presence known directly below us.

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Most people who live on or near the coast hate seagulls…

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But we love all creatures… so naturally the husband started feeding him.

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This is not recommended.

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Before long, our friend from down below became our friend up top.

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Seagulls are opportunists.

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If they find a food source, they’ll take full advantage.

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My husband started with Cheetos, but then laid out a wheat bread buffet.

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And though the railing proved a bit slippery.

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Our new friend soon figured out a drive (fly) by maneuver.

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And then he told a friend.

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And another friend.

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Three squawking, circling gulls at 5:30am was enough to prompt the man staying on the sailboat below us to holler up at my husband to please stop feeding the birds, which he did.

Reluctantly.

And as we were sitting on the balcony ignoring the still hungry and now pissed off birds…

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My husband realized the nice little cafe where he had breakfast every morning on our previous trip was over there.

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A not insignificant distance, but you know he got dressed and walked over there anyway. Every morning …to eat breakfast and more importantly, chat with the locals.

The man loves to talk.

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