It is an odd feeling when you're outnumbered 150,000 to one. This sight greeted me after traversing the lightkeeper's walkway to the fog horn on the far side of Bass Rock. My few hours there were the most memorable of all my island visits. It was like being on another planet, and I the alien invader. As you can see, the birds were working hard to re-paint the red fog-horn. They'd chosen a shade I am thinking to patent. An honest name would be 'Stinky-Gannet-Guano', but for marketing purposes I'm going to call it 'Sea-Bird-Beige'.
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