I left Santiago early this morning, and flew to Punta Arenas, and then to the improbably named Puerto Williams, a city on the Beagle Channel in Tierra del Fuego.
Now I'm on a ship heading to South Georgia, and then the Antarctic Peninsula. A few weeks ago when I was so sick I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do this but here I am, with the familiar soothing sound of the waves outside and that rumbly, rocking motion under my feet.
We were only in Puerto Williams long enough to board the ship and have our safety briefing before sailing, but I already saw three new birds.
This is one of them—the Magellanic cormorant, also known as the rock shag. They were nesting on some old posts in the water near where the ship was anchored. I have a better picture of the adults, but I love that in this one, one of the fledglings (those grayish lumps that look like large dust bunnies are actually baby birds) has a foot poking out of the nest.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Sunday, December 29, 2024
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