Thursday, September 27, 2007
albatross, part two
My third encounter with an albatross *
was with this one.
It had preyed upon the wrong fish, an unatttractively prickled pufferfish, which had then lodged firm in its throat.
A stronger soul than me was able to pull it out.
I spread its wings out as a matter of honour, rather than leave it a tangled sorry mess: this seemed the decent thing to do.
One wing stretched from the ground to my nose: The total wingspan was 2 metres, even though it was still a juvenile, as indicated by its chest feathers.
Later I dragged him back out to sea. A sea-bird doesn't belong on the sand, even after its life force has left it behind.
*(Please go to february for the previous albatross post. My link refuses to work.)