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It was dusk when we got to the end of the Volcanoes National Park's Crater Road. In the distance we could see the steam rising from lava flows, and below us the waves crashed on the new cliffs that mark the end of the island.
We stood there for a while, in some of the freshest air on the planet.
Suddenly there was a flicker of wings, and a small flock of dark grey birds flew out of the south, arrowing out of the sky.
They were Black Noddies, a Pacific ocean tern.
Kilauea, Hawaii
June 2009
We stood there for a while, in some of the freshest air on the planet.
Suddenly there was a flicker of wings, and a small flock of dark grey birds flew out of the south, arrowing out of the sky.
They were Black Noddies, a Pacific ocean tern.
Kilauea, Hawaii
June 2009
busy