From a mile away
I’m at least a mile away from the Arctic Tern colony here when one passes overhead. It’s clearly not found enough to be outraged about today, so it decides to give me a good shouting at.
![Arctic Tern - The Hall of Einar - photograph (c) David Bailey (not the)](https://www.thehallofeinar.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/06/Arctic-Tern-The-Hall-of-Einar--725x483.jpg)
They do it to anything which flies or walks on two legs or four.
Where I was young we had a ranting neighbour who used to shout angrily in the street. He would scream, “Harold Wilson! I bloody hate Harold Wilson”, at passersby. I feel that Arctic Terns are his soul brothers.