Connie woke me at the ungodly hour of 5:45, understandable if not
excusable, since it was to be a 300-mile day. We left the perfectly wonderful weather of Barley for the
cold and windy cliffs of Bromley on the east coast of England. Once again our quarry, the razorbill,
soundly thwarted us. We missed
them by a couple of weeks in Newfoundland and by a few days this time. At least we have a reason to return.
Bromley
Cliffs RSPB site was having a birthday party today, despite the gale. It has been nine weeks since the first
gannet eggs hatched and the chicks should be ready to fly away. Gannets are wonderful birds but we have
seen and photographed them before.
Likewise for the kittywakes and the Atlantic puffins that share the
cliffs. But the razorbills had
left the building!
