It’s blustery at the top of the 60 metre-high cliffs on Westray’s Noup Head. We’re surrounded by Gannets flying past us when one decides to land next to us on the clifftop:
We can hardly believe it is so close:
It turns to stare at us with its strange blue-rimmed eyes:
And this is the moment that we met The Professor:
We’re so close we can see every feather and all the detail in its eye and on its beak:
It’s a deeply alien encounter with an animal which inhabits a completely different world from us:
Yet here we are, staring into each other’s eyes.
This one has an immaculate head but is still in juvenile plumage. It’s still young. Maybe that’s why it’s less wary of us.
Can we ever know how they think and what they feel?