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Some events I will never forget; like my first encounter with a puffin.

Our first night at Runde; bleak and gray. Just after half past nine at the border of the colony. Not a single puffin had landed yet and we only saw them fly by at a distance.

Then abruptly one plops down at the bottom of a large rock a few meters beside me. He (or is it a she?) looks briefly at me. Does he blame me his bad landing because I had startled him by my presence?
 
 
 
 
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Then he looks to the top of the stone and suddenly he shivers. All his neck and back feathers bristle.
 
 
 
 
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Clumsily he hobbles up, bends over, picks up something and turns to me. With a soft grunting sound, he shows me with a sad face the remains of what probably once was a puffin. Maybe even his partner.
 
 
 
 
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Then, very carefully, he puts the remains down again. Distracted he looks about, turns around and disappears into a hole behind the rock.

It didn’t take two minutes but made an indelible impression on me. I still get the chills when I think of this encounter.
 
 
 
 
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