On our way down the coast toward Boston, we stopped once again at Gloucester Harbor for breakfast at a small cafe across the street from a popular place called Pavilion Beach.

As we were enjoying our breakfast Linda saw a woman standing near the beach, feeding the seabirds. She had a large container of some kind of feed. She would throw a small piece of whatever it was into the air and the seagulls would catch it in their beaks before it fell to the ground.