Seabirds

Picture this: You’re standing on a windswept cliff, the salty spray from crashing waves tickling your face, and suddenly a shadow glides across the foam—a massive bird with wings stretched wide, riding the invisible currents like it’s dancing with the wind. That’s the magic of seabirds. I’ve chased these feathered wanderers from the rugged shores … Read more

Hey there, fellow ocean lover. Picture this: I’m standing on a windswept cliff in Maine, binoculars glued to my eyes, watching a flock of Atlantic puffins bob on the waves like feathered corks. The salt air stings my face, and I can’t help but grin—these little clowns of the sea, with their rainbow beaks stuffed … Read more

Imagine this: two fragile, sparrow-sized birds, barely out of the nest, lifting off from the salty pools near Haifa in Israel. They’re not just any birds—they’re little terns, delicate seabirds with wings that seem too small for the adventure ahead. Against all odds, they slice through the Mediterranean winds, dodging storms and predators, covering a … Read more

Imagine standing on a windswept cliff in Maine, binoculars pressed to your eyes, watching a colony of Atlantic puffins bob on the waves below. Their colorful beaks stuffed with silvery sand eels, they dive and resurface like feathered submarines. It’s a scene that feels timeless, right? But last summer, during a family trip there, I … Read more

Picture this: You’re standing on a windswept cliff, salt spray kissing your face, as the sun dips low over an endless expanse of blue. Suddenly, a shadow glides across the foam—a massive wingspan unfurling like a kite in the breeze. That’s the magic of seabirds, those tireless wanderers who turn the open ocean into their … Read more

Picture this: You’re perched on the flying bridge of a massive NOAA research vessel, the wind whipping through your hair as the endless blue of the Pacific stretches out like a promise. Waves crash below, and suddenly, a flock of red-footed boobies dives in perfect sync, chasing silver flashes in the water. That’s the magic … Read more

Hey there, fellow nature lover. Picture this: I’m standing on a windswept cliff in Iceland, binoculars glued to my eyes, watching a flock of puffins bob like feathered corks on the waves below. The salt air stings my cheeks, and every few minutes, one dives headfirst into the sea with a splash that makes me … Read more

I still remember the first time I watched a flock of guillemots dive into the choppy waters off the Welsh coast. It was a blustery afternoon in 2012, during a family hike along the Pembrokeshire cliffs. The birds plummeted like black arrows, vanishing beneath the waves only to resurface with fish wriggling in their beaks. … Read more

Hey there, picture this: You’re standing on a windswept cliff in Maine, the Atlantic crashing below like it’s got a personal grudge against the rocks. Salt spray stings your face, and out of nowhere, a flock of gulls erupts in a chaotic ballet—screeching, diving, stealing fries from some poor beachgoer’s lunch. That’s my first real … Read more

Imagine standing on the deck of a ship slicing through the icy Drake Passage, the wind whipping your face as a massive shadow glides alongside—wings stretched like sails catching the endless southern breeze. That’s the magic of Antarctic seabirds. These aren’t just birds; they’re survivors, masters of a world where the ocean meets the edge … Read more