I started to realise, this island, The Rock, as Newfoundland was often called, was bird haven. I left St John’s and drove south, to Cape St Mary’s which was another bird breeding reserve.
Following the cliff trail, murre, cormorant, guillemot and gannet nesting sites dotted the cliffs, each with their own breeding area.
The noise was constant because there were thousands of birds. In spite of the easy viewing access, few visitors took advantage of the experience, at least on the day I visited.