Like The Swallows Returning To Capistrano

We had tried earlier in the day to go to the cliffs of Cape Fanshaw, which make the famed Cliffs of Insanity look totally sane.  Thousands of birds nest on the little holds on the cliffs, bob on the ocean, and generally be fascinating Arctic birds.

It was too foggy and windy, so we stopped by late at night, after dinner.  

The birds swooped and dove, flew and glided.  Many, many more were content to hang on the cliffs, guarding their eggs or just generally talking about current events, such as the Donald Trump-Kim Jong Un summit and, more importantly, the Washington Capitals winning the Stanley Cup.  (Of course these Arctic birds are hockey fans – don’t you realize how much freakin’ ice there is up there?!).  Some even were drinking lattes or checking their iPhones.

No, all kidding aside, it was one of the most spectacular birding sites I have ever sighted.  I am not an ornithologist, but if I were to start a new career, that might be it (Aaron Judge’s job as right fielder for the New York Yankees is pretty secure, so I won’t be taking that over).

Actually, it’s nothing like the swallows returning to Capistrano.