An arduous drive to see Puffins
“It was too dangerous,” Steve said. “We’ll try tomorrow.” I was relieved as everyone piled back in and we headed back for a two-hour drive back to Önundarfjörður, where we were staying for the next couple nights.
“It was too dangerous,” Steve said. “We’ll try tomorrow.” I was relieved as everyone piled back in and we headed back for a two-hour drive back to Önundarfjörður, where we were staying for the next couple nights.
These terns have come a long way to get here, and they are nesting in Iceland and nearby Greenland.
Nestled in this wild, ever-changing land, is a creche for baby birds.
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We skulk around a dense, shadowy forested area where there is no path, moving limbs and vines out of our way. It’s a little precarious leaving the security of a trail.
At the top of the cliffside the sky is filled with spectacular Red-billed Tropicbirds with their long streamer tails. They fly like fairies, gliding and swooping with their aerial acrobatics.
And here we are in Trinidad…where a bus full of revelers parks right next to our search for a bird.
All of a sudden a big flock of Scarlet Ibis fills the sky and swoops into the trees to roost. This goes on for the next 20 minutes as more flocks come in.
Part 1 of our trip to Trinidad and Tobago.
Birders dream of witnessing a fallout. This past April my husband’s dream came true.