There used to be a pretty good seafood restaurant off of Commercial Street called The Holy Mackerel. It's gone now. Financial issues, I hear, took it under. I'm sure, if it was still in operation, gulls like this would be hanging around it all day too. You see seagulls have never met a french fry, a sandwich of any persuasion, seafood or not, roadkill or any example of edible trash that they didn't like and 'take care of'. They are pretty much scavengers and for the most part steer clear of people. That's good thing, because I wouldn't want to come between a gull and lunch. They can be pretty aggressive. These fish heads strew along Custom House Wharf would attest to that and be my Exhibit A. I sat and watched them for a spell the other morning. It was kind of disgusting, really. (I wouldn't enlarge this, if I were you). Pick, pick, pick. It was too early for lunch for me. Good thing too. There is no way I'd get a lobster roll down after watching this episode. Life on the wharves... every gull for himself. The heads have it!