Espanola Island
Square miles of blue ocean wait for this baby. Clear skies, mist, storms, and dull drums. Good days of fishing, bad days of nothing to eat. The time to find a mate, the time to raise a chick of his own. The time to fly away, and to come back again to Espanola Island. There are so many possibilities in the potential future of this fluffy creature of brown feathers, a waved albatross.
Now it is waiting, just patiently hanging around until he is old enough to fly away and explore the world. While it waits, it learns from the surroundings. It can feel the wind, to “taste” in which direction it is blowing; it watches other albatrosses, fully grown, in their courtships, in their landings. It enjoys the meal brought from time to time by its parents, the juicy oil that sometimes weighs up to one kilogram. It is a healthy chick that sees us passing by, and maybe in that way it learns that we mean no harm.
Square miles of blue ocean wait for this baby. Clear skies, mist, storms, and dull drums. Good days of fishing, bad days of nothing to eat. The time to find a mate, the time to raise a chick of his own. The time to fly away, and to come back again to Espanola Island. There are so many possibilities in the potential future of this fluffy creature of brown feathers, a waved albatross.
Now it is waiting, just patiently hanging around until he is old enough to fly away and explore the world. While it waits, it learns from the surroundings. It can feel the wind, to “taste” in which direction it is blowing; it watches other albatrosses, fully grown, in their courtships, in their landings. It enjoys the meal brought from time to time by its parents, the juicy oil that sometimes weighs up to one kilogram. It is a healthy chick that sees us passing by, and maybe in that way it learns that we mean no harm.
