Sarah and I spent the day in Drogheda. We climbed up to the Millmount museum and Martello tower, where the lady at the museum told us that the seagulls actually teach their babies to fly by pushing them off the top of the Martello tower. We were the only people there, and a seagull was definitely watching us from the top of the tower. The museum lady said that one of the seagull babies had fallen off the tower and landed in the yard of the man who lived below the tower. The man had picked up the dead baby seagull in his yard, and the adult seagulls were all attacking him. She said that ever since then, the man is attacked by seagulls every time he leaves his house.
When we came home from Drogheda, Sarah and I drank a glass of wine sitting in the beach chairs on the grass just outside our gate (where we sat with Bobbie and Laurie). We had been watching an unidentified black box floating at sea (through the binoculars) for days, trying to figure out what it was. I've seen it before, if you remember ... So we were quite interested when we saw the surfer dude next-door jump on his surfboard and paddle directly toward our mysterious black box. He paddled all the way out to it and then circled around back to shore. We were dying of curiosity, so we walked over and asked him about the black box.
The surfer dude's name is Robbie, and today he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt instead of the usual wetsuit. He told us that the mysterious black box is a buoy that provides a bit of safety for swimmers who need something to hang onto. I think it drifts with the tides, and he said he thinks it is part of a plane that crashed on the Laytown beach a long time ago.
I really enjoyed myself today! Good times.
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