Belatedly, it is back to the Farne Isles, and it’s the turn of the tern, the artic terns. They seem to build ridiculously scant nests, not so much a nest, as outline planning permission for one.
Some don’t seem to bother with even that much effort, when there is a footpath available (see bottom left of this photo).
But they are not any old terns, one at least is a record breaker
They are feisty in defence of their nests…
Mr Uphilldowndale had borrowed my hat, a hat designed for snugness rather than its bird deflection properties.
The birds are protected and nurtured on the Farne Isles, and we felt very privileged to get so close to them, but we did wonder how much energy they were putting into attempting to ‘see off’ the endless stream of visitors… They must be grateful for the days when the weather is too rough for the tourist boats to land.