Not the pigeons (that are obviously not that many as they once used to be). As it seems I didn't even make a picture of them.
And not so much the seagulls (I expected a more numerous population - after all it's sea all around).
...but the little sparrows. They were always impatiently waiting on the side for you to finish eating.
And immediately recognized the moment to attack.
And I never saw a sparrow alone. They were flying around in gangs. And as soon as one spotted food, the rest joined quickly for the feast.
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:D they are not that daring here in Bulagaria...
:))))
As with the concept of Everyman, the sparrow seems to be Everybird. Here, in the Spring, there is a variety that migrate in from further south. They have red heads. People call them Mexican sparrows.
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