There were many things we hoped to see and we hoped to see the Waved Albatoss. Unfortunately, we were told, the season was over and the birds would be migrating and gone. Well, my luck held out. As we turned a corner on a cliff we came upon an albatross just getting ready to try his luck. He'd be about 7 months old. He flapped and flapped and really was thinkging about it, but decided he'd try tomorrow. The adults kept flying over as encouragement but he had a bird brain mind of his own. As we walked again, we found ones about a few weeks younger than our timid flyer. Lucky we were.
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