A late Sunday lunch

The pelican is my favorite shorebird, but sometimes I would like to just wring their long necks and tell them to go out and catch a real fish. Every time a fishing boat comes in and starts to clean their catch...a crowd arrives. This was a large group of beggars. I was having trouble getting an angle, and one of the deckhands (my new best friend Joe) let me get on the boat and snap away. The sun was not where I wanted it to be, but I thought it would be a little much to ask Joe to move the boat. When the two ship captains toss in the scraps, it reminds me of a jump ball in basketball. The highest leaper or the beak with the best timing wins, and off they scoot with their prize.