I was asked recently about my home page, "What's up with the puffin picture?"
The bird's portrait was taken in July when I was in the arctic.
Those cute little birds live in the harshest of conditions. Exposed coast. Tons of rain. Wicked winds. The North Atlantic crashes onto their shore more often than not. They have reason to be uglier and meaner than they are.
Yet these little arctic fisherman have great affection for each other. And like great soldiers, they don't leave their wounded behind. If one is hurt or shot, they gather around. Their spouse comes to their side. Their buddies and even strangers fly in, swim round. They paddle around, push the injured with their bill, hoping, helping them to fly. They will not leave the wounded's side, unless the sea takes the injured deep under.
And they mate for life. In the same cute little burrow.
Who could ask for more?
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