Lying in lush green grass on Mykines, thinking about the amazing creatures in front of me. Puffins. Spending eight months out at sea. Wing beat up to 400 times per minute, chasing their prey down to a depth of 60 meters, using their wide, orange-colored, funny feet as rudder. Compact and small body; yet it can speed up to 90 kilometers per hour.
Scenes from the life of a puffin. As soon as they turn five or six, they start to breed. Every year, always with the same partner. Dimension of a puffin breeding burrow: up to one meter deep and three meters wide. Camera, click, click. Taking another close-up. Actually, the hillside I’m looking at resembles Swiss cheese. Subterraneously, mostly. Myriads of puffins have perforated it over centuries.
A lazy puffin day on the westernmost island of the Faroes – at least for my part. Busy time for parent birds, though. Their chicks need to be fed four times a day. Minimum.
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