There are Great Northern Divers in the harbour in Brixham. That’s what social media tells me, so it must be true. I’d like to get some more close-up images of them, preferably from a low angle, as they’re seriously impressive birds. Luckily, as I track one and climb and scramble down the rocks of Brixham breakwater to get close to where I hope it will surface after a dive, one pops up right in front of me.
What a stunner. They don’t seem to be phased by people at all. Maybe it helps that I’m perfectly still, quiet and camouflaged.
It’s a shame the light’s overcast and cloudy. The forecast was for wall-to-wall sunshine and I came here with high hopes. I’m committed now, so I wait until the sun’s about to set and it comes out for a glorious few minutes. Now I just have to find another Great Northern Diver.
They are diving for crabs, which they shake the legs off and then swallow whole. I need to come back and get some more images of that happening, too.
I’d love to see another flyover, too:
It’s always an adventure to see them here.
My final view is of one in the inner harbour. What a special experience to spend time with something so wild.