Lured by their incessant chatter, I followed the tern-song south on my SUP to find “Tern Island.” Congregated on a sand spit created by the last storm at the mouth of the river and estuary, they gathered in a ‘clump’ all to themselves – surrounded by cormorants, pelicans and blue-footed boobies. A virtual chatter feast of avian calling filled the morning air as all beaks raised to join the chorus. Enchanting, really …. and worth the extra miles of paddle.
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.