http://blogs.smithsonianmag.com/food/2010/06/inviting-writing-the-perils-of-picnicking/ A Heaping Helping of Food News, Science and Culture Sat, 18 May 2013 18:34:47 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.4 http://blogs.smithsonianmag.com/food/2010/06/inviting-writing-the-perils-of-picnicking/comment-page-1/#comment-2531 Cristie Tue, 29 Jun 2010 19:52:09 +0000 http://blogs.smithsonianmag.com/food/?p=6074#comment-2531 On a Mexican beach, my husband almost became a pelican's lunch. He was diving in the waves while I, with binoculars plastered against my eyeballs, bird-watched on the beach. I spyed a pelican flying in the distance who was flying toward us. For a couple of minutes, I watched him fly closer and closer. Meanwhile, my husband was so far out in the water, only his head was visible, bobbing up and down in the surf. As I followed the pelican with my binoculars, I realized he was dropping in altitude and then saw my husband in the view circles. I realized the pelican's trajectory was about to intersect with his head. And just before it did, my husband jumped straight up to catch a wave. He nearly collided with the pelican, who flew 90 degrees upward in rapid evasive action. I later told my husband that a pelican had stalked him for lunch. He has never liked pelicans since. On a Mexican beach, my husband almost became a pelican’s lunch. He was diving in the waves while I, with binoculars plastered against my eyeballs, bird-watched on the beach. I spyed a pelican flying in the distance who was flying toward us. For a couple of minutes, I watched him fly closer and closer. Meanwhile, my husband was so far out in the water, only his head was visible, bobbing up and down in the surf. As I followed the pelican with my binoculars, I realized he was dropping in altitude and then saw my husband in the view circles. I realized the pelican’s trajectory was about to intersect with his head. And just before it did, my husband jumped straight up to catch a wave. He nearly collided with the pelican, who flew 90 degrees upward in rapid evasive action. I later told my husband that a pelican had stalked him for lunch. He has never liked pelicans since.

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