Think Like A Puffin
THE sun had not shared its warmth with the island for weeks but this morning it rose over the eastern side of the bay into a crystal-clear sky. The sea, which had not settled for months on end, now rested in a quiet calm. A gull drifted silently across the cliff face, following its own distorted shadow cast by the early morning sun. The only sounds to break the stillness were the piping calls of oystercatchers on the rocks beneath the cliff and the gentle lapping of the wavelets as they gurgled between the boulders. The stillness of the day was demonstrated by a whiff of smoke, rising vertically from the chimney of a lonely cottage which nestled into the cliff top. Far out at sea, a white speck appeared for a moment or two. Within an hour, the silent gull had been joined by others of its kind on the west side of the bay yet, although they now squabbled amongst themselves over some trivial matter, their cries did not destroy the harmony of the island. The speck on the sea, w...