Growing up, I never lived in a place that had seagulls. Of course, I had seen them at the beach on vacation, and above landfills on TV. But I never once thought that they might hang out on top of street lights or parked trucks, the way pigeons do.
So when I moved to Baltimore and then Brooklyn, it always startled me to catch seagulls in my peripheral vision. They're so much bigger and faster than the pigeons that I can't help but root for the pigeons. I imagine them competing for the prime French fry spots in some sort of inner-city turf war.