My earliest and fondest memories of summers on Bolivar Peninsula are of waking to the screeching seagulls.  Our old beach house was within 100 yards of the gulf, and the gulls were up early searching the waves for their breakfast.  Back in the day there was no air conditioning, the windows were always open unless it was raining, and the sounds of nature lulled us to sleep and woke us.  These memories developed a passion for the ocean in my brothers and sisters, as well as this island widow.  I have been blessed with a beautiful, air conditioned condo in retirement; however my bird-experiences are now a bit different:)  With a glass wall overlooking the gulf, and a glass balcony separating those inside from some of the sounds of nature, I find that their natural “deposits” on my glass more than a little annoying.  To add to the experience, some of my neighbors think it’s fun to feed the birds.  As they come swooping in for a treat of bread, they leave their “deposits” on the glass, which turns quickly to cement in the sun:)  Forget windex, this calls for hot water, soap and lots of elbow grease.  I do enjoy watching them, still.  It will always be a love-hate relationship; but the love wins:)