Gulls are ubiquitous on the beach sections of the West Coast Trail. Like a conductor you can wave your arms and they fly up at your command … only to circulate around and over you insulting you with their cries and droppings. Once they have decided to inhabit a beach area you cannot make them leave. Only once did we find relief … through a Bald Eagle attach. This picture was taken shortly before we witnessed the attack. Somewhere in the midst of gulls is Frankie, the unwitting victim.