The Puffin Patrol Rescues

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Micah Garen/GettyResidents of Iceland’s Westman Islands are currently on “puffin patrol”, says The Atlantic. During August and September, locals roam the streets at night trying to find youngsters, fabulously called “pufflings”, who have got lost. Some of the baby birds become confused during their first flight, which often happens in darkness, and fly towards city lights rather than the moonlight over the ocean, ending up stranded on dangerous city streets. Once they’re found, the puffling rescuers will take them back to either a beach or a cliff and release them into the sea.

 

[GoneFishin]

Atlantic Puffin

 

[Georgiagranny]

Oh, there once was a Puffin
Just the shape of a muffin,
And he lived on an island
In the bright blue sea!

He ate little fishes,
That were most delicious,
And he had them for supper
And he had them for tea.

But this poor little Puffin,
He couldn’t play nothin’,
For he hadn’t anybody
To play with at all.

So he sat on his island,
And he cried for awhile, and
He felt very lonely,
And he felt very small.

Then along came the fishes,
And they said, “If you wishes,
You can have us for playmates,
Instead of for tea!”

So they now play together,
In all sorts of weather,
And the Puffin eats pancakes,
Like you and like me.

 

[Georgiagranny]

I think I was about four or five years old when I learned this poem