The second night on Priest Island – storm petrels calling, the light at 2am and birds in the hand

priest island, summer isles, ringing storm petrels_8apriest island, summer isles, ringing storm petrels_6a  priest island, summer isles, ringing storm petrels_9a

In the early hours with just a feint wash of light the storm petrels are at their noisiest – a soft purring frog-like croak seems to come from under every huge boulder, from rock crevices in steep slabs of cliff,  from between cracked rocks and from burrows beneath mats of heather.  The white rump of passing birds shows in the darkness and flying higher against the sky you can briefly see their fast moving fluttering flight.

In the hand they are so beautiful ….. and the smell of them so distinctive.

The second night on Priest Island – storm petrels calling, the light at 2am and birds in the hand