Sitting pretty
A little further along the coast of Papa Westray I see an Arctic Skua sitting on a wall. It’s really not what I expected to see there. I expect it to fly as soon as it sees me, but it doesn’t. They are confident characters. I suspect it expects me to be frightened of it, rather than the other way around.
It looks like royalty to me, enthroned on the stone:
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Eventually it flies.
Later, a light-morph Arctic Skua comes past.
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I’m ever so slightly in love with them.
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It’s a delight to spend time with them, if a little nerve-wracking.
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They could take a chunk out of me at any time.