There are young Arctic Terns here which have yet to get their full adult plumage.
Smart, aren’t they? We’ve walked a mile or so to their colony and are giving it a large detour. We don’t want to be slapped on the head and we don’t want their eggs or chicks to be eaten while they’re distracted by us.
This one in concentrating on something else entirely.
I’m not a fortune-teller, but I can see fish in its near future.