After a fruitless search for a blown away backpack cover, Peter and I are now out of time to explore Neptune's Window and begin walking back towards the shoreline.
Looking up, a medium size white bird is making diving bombing runs at my yellow covered head.
Innocently we have walked near a nesting area and this bird is vehemently defending it's territory.
This incident exposes my naivety to life here. I think like most others, I am use to flying birds nesting in trees. Ummm, but there are no trees here. So let’s see, 1 plus 1 really does not equal 3!
It would never have occurred to me to watch out for a bird nest on the ground. Another sin of nature committed here and I can think of only one way to cleanse our souls. Peter and I are now on our way to do so.