Turn! Turn! Tern!
I find myself unexpectedly in Busselton (Western Australia) this weekend. At the end of (very hot) Saturday, I walk out on the town’s famous jetty to see what the birds are doing.
As the sun sets, the beautiful light is caught in the feathers of the circling terns.
I am sure this one is studying me as I pan his movements with my camera…
…then continues on his way over my head.
“To everything, turn, tern, turn,/ there is a season, turn, tern, turn,/ And a time to every purpose under heaven…”
As I turn to leave, I look up and there on the light pole is a tern observing the scene – and close by (but also far away) is the moon.
I think I will head back. The sun has set now but the terns continue their flights and aerial strikes in the ever-dimming light.