Gannets

Spent yet another day admiring the gannets in action and their unphatomable hunger for fishy massacre.
The ritual is the same: low pass, sharp banking while gaining altitude, quick turn around, floppy flight with the nonchalance of the truly aloof. Then... BOLT OF LIGHTING, dive position, wings folding in along the body only at the very last nanosecond, as the harpoon of hunger strikes. Lovely white splash. Lovely, really.

Over and over an over again.
I loved watching it over and over and over again.

Meanwhile my latest quote was rejected...

Bah, there is plenty more fish in the sea!