I can see a Black Guillemot in the Atlantic. It has the familiar shape of a Butterfish in its grasp, held tightly around the back of the head. I sit quietly and wait. At some stage it will fly to its nest with the fish and, if the nest is nearby, I may get great views and a good photograph. I see it leave the water and then fly behind the rocks. I think my chance is gone but then I see it appear and land nearby.
Lovely. Fish for supper.