Attack of the seagulls
My office is on the second floor, facing the alley behind our Congress Street building. Normally, I just get the regular city noise, and it’s not all that bad. I can still concentrate, hold conference calls, get on with my life.
But, this morning, some friendly person has decided he wants to feed bread to all the Fort Point Channel seagulls, and do it right outside my window. For the past fifteen minutes, I’ve been treated to an deafening chorus of gull screeches. What made someone possibly think this would be a good idea for 7:30 in the morning?
Grr.
