Remember the Aussie seagulls from Disney’s FINDING NEMO and how they shouted: “Mine! Mine! Mine!”? It’s not fiction.
All month I’d looked forward to visiting the fabulous Fisherman’s Market in Sydney for some fresh seafood, namely salmon sashimi, which is so much fresher and cheaper there than at any of the restaurants at home. I dreamed of it, even. (I know, sad and strange…) So, as soon as I arrived, I took a nice, long brisk walk to the pier, purchased a box of sashimi, wasabi, soy sauce, some barbequed octopus and prawns (not to be missed in Sydney), and a bottle of wine (a delicious Hunter Valley Chardonnay with a screw top so I could carry the extra back to the hotel room for later).
Sigh…isn’t it beautiful? The perfect lunch…
(The view of these barefoot Aussie men readying their sailboat for a sail was quite nice, too, I must say):
However, it looked like the rest of my lunch was trying to escape its box one tentative tentacle at a time:
Yet, my biggest concern was with the gulls 
who are very aggressive stealing food at the market. They were all over the tables when I walked outside. This one and his friend had already landed when I sat down. Ha. Think again, boys! To my shock, all it took was one look to scatter them. Maybe it was because that one look was so deadly and so cold, an assassin’s stare, that they didn’t dare try a second time to steal a nibble of MY lunch, not if they didn’t want their greedy little beaks squished in a blob of wasabi! So, for this one day, I claimed my spot at the top of the food chain and held on with everything I had. “Mine, mine, mine!”
