In a Flap
Spare a thought, if you will, for the newly born Guillemot. It begins its life high above the sea on a rocky cliff-face. Just weeks after hatching on the cold, wind-swept ledge, the chicks are ushered to the edge… and pushed off. You can almost hear the mother Guillemot squawking “Fly, my pretties. Fly” as she pushes her offspring over precipice. The narrow ledge, […]