I arrived in Elliston, the puffin capital. After the long distance view of birds at Bay Bulls, I was surprised at how close I was to these puffins.
I sat on a cliff where across on a stack, breeding pairs were busy around their burrows. I’m guessing the ones on the cliff where I sat were those without partners. They were within a metre of where I sat perfectly still watching their antics.One waved a piece of grass in its beak as if to signal to a female, look I’m ready to help with a nest. When one started an argument, another puffin waddled in to break up the disagreement. I was elated. This was one of the reasons I’d come to Newfoundland and I wasn’t disappointed.