Seagull Says
What’s happening in the Outer Banks—according to one extremely nosy seagull.
If your sunscreen's expired and your patience is too, you're in the right place.
Serving you OBX chaos with a side of sea salt.
Because even seagulls can’t outrun a Monday-flavored Wednesday with a side of platform glitches.
Because it’s Tuesday and someone just asked if horses can use crosswalks.
Because it’s Monday and someone’s already parked crooked at the coffee shop.
Unplug, unwind, and maybe don’t hit a bear on your way out of town.
Your daily dose of Outer Banks chaos, curated by the nosiest bird on the beach.
Midweek check-in: still salty, still nosy, still flapping through the OBX so you don’t have to.
The long weekend glow is gone, the trash cans are full, and someone’s trying to return a seashell to the gift shop. Let’s get into it.
The tourists are gone, the beach chairs are crooked, and something definitely died in that trash can. Welcome to Monday on the OBX—where the drama never takes a day off.
We won’t tell anyone you're already halfway to the beach.
Don’t blame us if your hair has a side part by noon.
