Some Foster's Terns were quite aggressive this morning, they flew toward me, circling over my head with menacing cries. Others simply ignored my presence, they were busy catching fish.
I am sure there were chicks somewhere nearby and the parents tried to protect them.
At some point, one of Terns suddenly appeared out of nowhere with a large fish in its beak and that was a pure luck.
Generally, life is good.
The good parent !
ReplyDeleteSe ve perfectamente el pescado que lleva en el pico, seguro que lo lleva hasta el nido, para alimento de sus crías.
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He is happy. He found his prey.
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