Black Guillemots remind me of pigeons in their attitude and body shape. Maybe it’s the position of their wings? Maybe it’s the shape of their heads? Maybe it’s the proportion of their wings? It’s certainly not the black plumage or the red webbed feet.
It’s entertaining to spend time with them on the shallow rock cliffs of Westray, where pairs come in to tend to their families. I’m usually desperate to catch one coming in with a Butterfish, but today I’m relaxed. Just spending time with them is enough.