I say "looking", you don't have to look very far, once they start coming in, and you hear them well before you see anything. They have this eerie call (Google it), and years ago sailors wouldn't land on the island, thinking that the calls were the cries of lost souls.
So, at 12pm last night we were four ladies of a certain age, wandering around the island, with a red light torch (doesn't disturb wildlife as much as white light), in a mixture of pyjamas, hoodies, hats and buffs, shouting "toad!" and "glow worm!" (77 last night) whilst dodging low flying Manxies. Hence the "Manxie hangover" this morning where we were all a bit tired from the night before.
Today started amazingly well whem Miriam spotted a fin popping out of the water as we were at the Garland stone. There were 5 or 6 porpoise out there, feeding, and there was at least one calf. The gannets soon cottoned on and appeared, so we saw them diving, too, which was amazing to see.
Shortly after the porpoise left, the mist rolled in and you could barely see anything from the cliffs. The mist hung around most of the day, but it cleared for a couple of hours later. It's back, now.
A quick visit to a hide gave us a glimpse of a moorhen chick, but it's been a difficult day for spotting stuff.
Nos da xxx
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