Faster than I can throw it down

In the morning walk along the lakefront to Northpoint. Stop at the lagoon to throw pieces of bread towards a couple of ducks. They gulp it up. Walk down to Northpoint. Throw out more pieces of bread. Dozens of seagulls immediately converge on me. They squak at me. They gobble up the bread. Almost faster than I can throw it down. When it is over, they all fly off.

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