Copyright E.A. Wicklund
The calm sea was at odds with this violent struggle. Word spread around the flock, as one by one they flew in to witness the epic encounter.
Even though Steve and John were brothers, the two young gulls were ready to fight to the death. And in that moment, they were no longer brothers – they were mortal adversaries.
Steve’s supreme fighting skills were matched by John’s aerial prowess. Neither was prepared to back down.
John used his speed advantage and attacked. Steve parried and countered.
Then a clear, motherly voice cut across the bay. “Jonathan Seagull! Steven Seagull! It’s teatime!”