The night a seagull picked a fight and we all quacked up

Halloween rolled into our house on a blustery gust of creativity and happiness.

We saw costumed dogs, super heroes, Bluey, Thomas the Tank Engine and a feisty and always welcome Mal from the Descendants.

Three little pigs met up on our street in an adorable Halloween happenstance.

Just when I thought the evening couldn’t get any cuter, a tiny seagull let loose with a passionate soliloquy I’ll be laughing about all weekend.

It all started when our candy hander-outer, Vince, mistook him for a duck and quacked at him.

The little guy yanked off his hood in disgust.

“I’m not a duck! I’m a seagull!” He shook his little fist in the air like a feathered John Merrick.

“Why does everyone think I’m a duck when I’m clearly a seagull?!”

He pointed directly at Vince and yelled, “He thinks I’m a duck!”

Vince apologized and urged the outraged seagull to be careful crossing the street.

Ruffled feathers aside, we had a great evening with an abundance of exceptionally polite trick or treaters.

I love the sweet exchanges that happen on this magical night – the old friends that stop by to say hello, the three generation groups of trick or treaters, our little neighbor and her uncle with their annual themed costumes, the friendship and hospitality.

We hope you all had a wonderful Halloween in your neighborhoods too.

(I didn’t get a picture of the outraged seagull because I was too distracted by his passionate speech.)