That's not a knife... it's a puffin

I’m still poring through pictures of Puffins! I snapped over a thousand that day, and I’ve got a few beauties, like this one:

The day we took an AquaXplore boat out to the Isle of Canna was cloudy on and off, sometimes the lighting is dull; other times there are a bunch of targets and the focus is off; and often it’s a game of chance, on a moving boat. I’m happy we saw as many seabirds as we did, and I look forward to sharing more with you. In the meanwhile, check out James Freitas’s Rock and Hawk, as he visited the only island in the United States where Puffins are found:

Puffins, A Weekend

I haven’t been outdoors much because it’s been hot and humid, even in the early morning. But one day when I went for a ride, a dead tree had fallen across the trail. Using my trusty Busse Battle Mistress, I started chopping.

Two old Americans rode by and one of them told me he had a ring saw at home that would be faster. I told him to go home and get it, and he was not amused. I’m not usually so irascible, but on a hot day, when I was trying to help other rides by clearing the trail, I was not in the mood for his useless braggadocio. Either help or get out of the way. What next, you gonna say “How about this heat?”

I didn’t let him ruin my day. But my day was made a few minutes later, where an Australian rider stopped to admire the blade. I swear I am not making this up.

“That’s a nice knife,” he said.

He had nearly reenacted the famous scene starring Paul Hogan in the ‘80s movie Crocodile Dundee, except… my knife had passed muster. This would have been on par with Bear Grylls happening by and calling it “a nice piece of kit,” or Paul Hollywood from the Great British Bake-Off taking a bite of a homemade granola bar and and waxing poetic about its flavour.

That scene inspired one of my favorite Simpsons gags, when the family goes down under…

Back to the puffin photo mines for me.