As far as the eye can see, huddled in groups across the neck in Saunders. Dots on the sand from the cabin and raucous colonies from sniffing distance.
They do not mind us if we sit down and stay still. They will spook, even if you pass at the recommended distance. Their lives are on a high state of alert. Predators are aloft and even amongst them, just waiting for their chance. I am told that when there are chicks, that the cull by vultures, Giant Southern Petrels and the omnipresent Skuas is distressing to behold.
Nature has no pity. Life teams in the seas down here, but sometimes luck just runs out. Hundreds of jelly fish lay cast up upon the sands — including some denizens of the deep.
