Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall
I cradled the young bird carefully, she was finally all cleaned off from the oil.
"Restore her to freedom " And so we walked the few more feet
to the waters edge and set her carefully down
by the foam running in joyously to greet us.
"There girl, off you go!" She wasted no time to be aloft
on the swell and it drew her back out
onto the gleaming bluegreen.
We waved and in response she began ducking
and diving in search of her first free meal in quite
sometime.
I cradled the young bird carefully, she was finally all cleaned off from the oil.
"Restore her to freedom " And so we walked the few more feet
to the waters edge and set her carefully down
by the foam running in joyously to greet us.
"There girl, off you go!" She wasted no time to be aloft
on the swell and it drew her back out
onto the gleaming bluegreen.
We waved and in response she began ducking
and diving in search of her first free meal in quite
sometime.
