It happened near Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, on Anglesey in Wales, four years ago, by the walls of Beaumaris Castle.
At the coast, we stopped for a snack — there were designated tables and a sign explicitly prohibiting the feeding of seagulls. But no sooner had I pulled a cheese sandwich out of my bag than a huge seagull swooped down to the table, grabbed the bread, and flew off to finish it. The bread had a hard crust, and I was a bit worried about it: she swallowed it right away and, of course, it got stuck there. But no worries, the bird was used to it and managed to deal with it within a minute and flew away somewhere.
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Hi, I'm Rauf Aliev. 