Early morning SUP. The sun fresh from its rise behind Isla Carmen and the sea momentarily in stillness. The blue-footed boobies make the rounds of the shallows: soaring, gliding, spying, diving for tiny bait fish. I love to watch them speed toward the water, almost like a fighter jet, wings pulled in tight for a dive below the surface. Sometimes they actually swim underwater, only to pop up with tiny fish in their beaks. They fly low to the water after take-off, using ground effect to give them time to dry their wings before they are air-born again. The morning show goes on. The blue-footed breakfast bunch.