I've recently returned from a long weekend on the North Yorkshire coast—or Peter McGrath Country, as I now can't help thinking of it. While I was there, I managed to visit the RSPB's Bempton Cliffs reserve, and get some pretty cool photos (if I do say so myself) of some of its 200,000 nesting seabirds, especially gannets:
Gannets—or northern gannets, as we are supposed to refer to them in this international age—are amazing birds. They fish by plunging into the sea from a great height: a truly unforgettable sight. Because of their unusual feeding technique, they have evolved a special form of shock-absorber in their heads, and do not have nostrils.
My favourite bird's the gannet:
It's the best bird on the planet.
It's better than knots
And beats razorbills by lots and lots.
Yes, my favourite bird's the gannet:
It just can't be beaten, can it?
It hatches on ledges,
Where it stays till it fledges
And grows a physique
With a fabulous beak.
Then it takes to the air
And soars way up there,
Till it reaches a summit,
Whence it dives in a plummet
And down with a S W I S H !
It catches a fish.
Yes, my favourite bird's the gannet
(Apart from my girlfriend, Janet!).
Stirring words, I'm sure you'll agree.
See also: Slideshow of my Bempton Cliffs photos