Skomer
The Puffin . Such personality. Sitting low on a wooden bench overlooking a sheer cliff face where the cacophony of boisterous seabirds echoed through the ravine. Kittiwake , mouths full of claggy mud extracted from a nearby pond flew low overhead onto their negligible area of rocky scree, a ledge where home would be, where broods would reach maturity, where fledglings would make their first nerve jangling flights, where the future of our seabirds endure. Kittiwake Guillemot and Razorbill , in their communal huddles, co-existing is such dramatic and harsh surroundings, cliff dwellers that defy logic, gravity, and social sensibilities. No magic, just nature. Razorbill Fulmar too, a little more savvy with their nesting choices, opting for a spacious penthouse, majestic fliers, but raucous neighbours. Raven choosing real estate wisely too, tucked away in the cavities, early nesters with mature young. The Puffin though is just a magi...